contraban

After church today, a member of the congregation pulled me aside and slipped a carefully shrouded package from under her coat.

‘Here.  This is for you.  I know it’s not allowed in church anymore but…’

Most curious, I began to unravel the packaging.

A lovely jar of home made bramble jam — forbidden for lack of a food safety certificate.

Nothing like living dangerously.

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