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This afternoon’s walk took me along a lane I don’t usually frequent. I saw Ange, the sheep farmer, who asked:
‘Have you had your dinner?’
‘Yes. Christmas dinner.’
‘Oh, that. I don’t do Christmas.’
'I'm not a Christian.'
‘I see. I went to the church service last night. I enjoyed the atmosphere and singing, but I don’t believe a word of it. I reckon it was all made up.’
I assumed she was talking about the nativity story, so she got the lecture. I don’t know why I do it, I really don’t.
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The real bonus was meeting Ange’s collie dog. Delightful. Dog fixes are so precious.