Monday

A lady gave me a pan drop this morning; I hadn't seen one for years. Have they got smaller? There was a time when they would last through the whole sermon. But woe betide if you dropped one on the kirk floor. They would bounce and skittle about in pin droppped silence.

The Beadle would go his dinger and grass you to the minister. Jelly babies would be a better option. Or train spotting.