We don't go to church much, because well, we're heatherns. But we have gone to our local parish church the last two Christmases after we got a card through our door inviting us to carol services. We got a card through our door this week, too. For Easter services. And the best part about it is that there was a Palm Sunday service on Sunday evening.
Yep. That's right. You don't have to drag yourself out of bed early. A Palm Sunday evening service.
I was really excited about going to church in the evening (we don't like to get up) and the church people giving Buddy a little palm frond that he could wave about and we could all shout Hosannah!
But it wasn't like that. It was a perfectly nice service, but apparently mostly aimed at the young singles (who have a social directly afterwards). There were no palm fronds. And there were no other babies. Ooops. Babies in this country go to bed early. Well, all of them except for ours.