Why are so many of the people who go off to church for an hour every Sunday the most difficult, miserable, intolerant, uncharitable, greedy, grasping, unfriendly moaning mumpers for the rest of the week?
Seriously though... singing about joy and goodwill for an hour and then back to moaning and grumping about everyone and everything around them. Does the hour in church absolve them of any need to be pleasant for the rest of the time?
Jings. It's a very dark place that a lot of them seem to inhabit. Or do I just meet the wrong ones? Or maybe they are nice to each other... although not if the stories of feuding that come to my ears and eyes are accurate.
That church with a tower more than 800 years old isn't even used as a church any more, by the way, but its image on a grey day seems to fit here.