I arrived at the church half an hour before my friends new babies christening. I sat wondering if I was at the correct place. Even though I knew I was, I thought I might be wrong and everyone would be sat ready and I would turn up late. It wasn't the case. I positioned myself towards the middle so I was behind someone during the hymns.
The service felt too long and we were all cold with the snow outside. I noticed a large wooden board carved which read something about the resurrection. The word resurrection had the 'S' backwards which seemed strange. I could imagine the bloke whittling away and making a mistake which chips off part of a word and he decides" rather than have to start again I'll just carry on and hope noone notices".
 After the christening we went to a hidden con club where we carried on freezing but could enjoy alcohol and buffet food. It was a time to catch up with friends which I enjoy. I hope to see my friends more than I do and there's no reason not to. It's not as if I do jack shit.