Good afternoon all!
“Why is Jesus a Buzz Lightyear?”
Rachel came into the school hall carrying two cups of PG Tips, and a packet of chocolate HobNobs that she’d stolen from the staffroom.
“Purely for my own amusement,” said Jackie, sitting back, feet up on a nursery-school chair as she took three biscuits out of the packet. “And because the arm fell off the normal one and Mrs Norris’s husband is fixing it.” She nodded towards the stage. “The nativity’s good this year, isn’t it?”
Rachel turned to where fourteen five-year-olds had forgotten the words to ‘Away in a Manger’ as they rehearsed. “I’d say it bears a remarkable resemblance to last year’s.”
Jackie did a mock gasp of affront. “Except for the genius addition of the hip hop WyZe men and One Direction’s visit to the manger. I think I will make the school proud.”
I had Random.org select a page, it went with 277, I decided to do one page less, and so here is a teaser from 276.
Above them, cyrstal-and-brass chandeliers hung like silent sentinels, chiming softly in a ghostly breeze. Lanterns housed in sphere of opaque glass glowed around the room, resembling will-o’-the-wisps floating through the night. Purple orchids and white jasmine perfumed the air, the scent hingint of wealth and far-flung locales. Positioned at either end of the entrance hall were large chinoiserie vases overflowing with long-stemmed roses so deep a shade of red, their petals appeared black in the shadows.