One of those challenging, apcalyptic readings today:
“They will be divided: father against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against mother, mother-in-law against her daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law.”
Which is remarkable. An accurate description of the catering arrangements for this afternoon’s High Tea on the New Rectory Lawn. I’m staying well out of it until the cake slices stop flying. Half past three, Rectory Lane. The survivors get to do the washing up.