L's Bells . . .

We were wandering around and spotted this brightly-restored old movie theatre. "Wow," said Jools, "we've discovered civilisation right in the heart of rural Ontario." Then, a gasp, as she realised that we hadn't - we'd found God in one of his numerous guises, this time not so much as Immaculate as Illiterate . . .

Now, if there's one thing worse than movie houses being converted to supermarkets, it's movie houses being converted to religious emporiums. Especially when they can't spell! Unless, of course, that top notice is a Biblical play of words on the celebration of Noel - which is where Jools says I'm headed if I don't stop right here . . .