A friend of mine talks about ‘the angel of the church’* — the one that expresses the basic spirit of the place, on good days and bad. This friend is better at spotting angels than I am — especially if they come in unexpected form.
Well, today, the angel of St Mary’s finally appeared.
It seems she’s a parrot.
I should have realised sooner, I suspect.
What a good day.
*(my friend admits to stealing the idea from other sources, but I suspect our private conversations about it spin off in direction the original authors never intended)