"I love church. And I love coffee. But post-church coffee? Terrifying."So blogs Emma Scrivener. Me? I love church. I love the smell of coffee. And I find that post-church coffee time can be one of the most overwhelming points of the week.
"You’re trying not to squash a small child/catch three people you really have to see/avoid someone you don’t. A friend who’s on the verge of tears, is trying to talk to you, but so is Mrs S, who is chatting over her regardless and introducing you to Someone Else From Ireland. In the meantime, the newcomer who wants to know more about Jesus has left and you’re still carrying Jane’s casserole dish from two month’s ago.
Your smile is starting to twitch. Everyone else seems to be deep in meaningful conversation/laughing uproariously. Your child (who has wet herself) is screaming/making for the exit/stuffing chocolate bourbons in her eyes/asking why that man smells funny. You’re desperate for coffee and the loo but there’s a queue for one and the other is out of order."
Read the rest of Emma's experience here, with her genius, simple thoughts on how to survive coffee time.
