Welly wrote:...a sad old twat

Sounds interesting to me. But then maybe I'm a sad old twat too. I'd probably end up watching it like a hawk for any changes and then panicking when I see them.
highlander wrote:Hope Santa has been good to everyone
I got some pyjamas.
highlander wrote:and you all have a great time
It was nice and quiet. We went to a church service in Zagreb in the evening for my sis-in-law (two years already, my god), 75 minutes of knee exercises (sit down, stand up, sit down, stand up...). I wasn't completely bored but I don't really understand a lot so my attention wanders:
Painting on the ceiling above my head: Brightly dressed woman surrounded by 12 men with beards, for some reason they all have fire coming out of their heads and they are all looking up in shock and awe as above them a duck bursts through a cloud riding on a sunbeam. I wonder what they were planning before the duck showed up.
Painting on the wall to my left: A woman is hiding behind a pillar while another woman, who seems to have wings, is pointing her out to...oh, it's that duck again. "She's the one that ordered duck à l'orange! Get her!"
Painting on the wall in front of me: an old man with a beard is holding a child, which is naked. Are they having a laugh?
There are 12 scenes around the walls in brass relief (is that right, 3D pictures made of brass?) of the guy who's birthday we celebrated yesterday (allegedly) carrying his cross and finally getting nailed to it. I am certain that on the nearest one I could reach up and pop a fag in his gob.
At one point, while everyone's meant to have their eyes shut in prayer, one of the alter boys yawns, stretches and checks his watch. You and me both sunshine.