A Mince Pie In The Vestry

The Church's East Window , illuminated by a cold winter sky

I'm working later this evening , so am off for a siesta in a moment.
It's midday, which is, I know, an odd time for a  sleep, but I will need to be up around dusk which is around 4 pm to lock the animals away.
Chris has taken himself off to Manchester Christmas shopping with an old friend, leaving me to sort out the slow cooker and mulled wine for the Church carol service tonight.
In between hailstone showers I took the stuff over to the vestry. After turning on the central heating, I was just leaving when I literally bumped into a couple of amblers in their sixties who were standing rather uncertainly on the Church path.
" Is the Church open? " the man asked hopefully
" I'm only putting on the central heating" I told them in way of explaination
" oh what a shame, The Churches in Gwaenysgor and Llanasa have been open when we have visited" the wife said.
Of course , I let them in to look around the little church,and switched on the lights to cheer the place up somewhat. As they pottered around I made sure that the slow cooker was polished and clean and as I waited I dusted the back bookcase, and vestry cupboards even though they didn't need dusting .
After around five minutes or so , I took a look back in the Church. The wife was standing quietly by the font at the back of the Church as her husband sat stock still in the very front pew with his head bowed.
" Everything ok?" I whispered, in way of galvanising them to think about leaving
and the  wife turned to me and said with rather a sad half smile " No not really"

It wasn't for me to say anything else.....I just nodded and went to sit in the vestry to eat one of Chris' bought Marks and Spencer mince pies next to the vacume cleaner.

The couple left shortly after, leaving a kind of melancholy feeling about the place.