Picture the scene - it's my mothers' funeral (crem job). The few mourners, including my father, are sitting patiently. We sat patiently for almost a quarter of an hour until someone (me) thought to get up & enquire of the undertakers (still outside) what the (politely) was going on.
Quiet panic followed & someone managed to get the female vicar type person on the phone.- she had forgotten & was in the shower................
Once she arrived, it was the 'backroom boys' lunch hour, complete with radio & non-too quiet conversation.
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