An eerie mist swirled around the churchyard on Monday night, as we passed on our way out to dinner with visitors Rebecca, Jonathan, Kate, Paul and Mick. Venturing closer, the eerie mist became more of a thick impenetrable fog, dense enough to hide a fair few zombies, exuding from a large crypt. Against our better judgement we walked into the fog for an even closer inspection and discovered a huge sandwich toaster heating and softening the frozen ground of a family grave into which the next relative was to be welcomed the following day. How considerate to deceased family members and gravediggers!
