My sister went to church yesterday. They tasted the body and the blood of Christ. I am on the phone to my mother.
She went with a friend from work. She goes every Sunday. Her husband never goes. Your sister will probably go again. Though not every week. It was a very emotional service. I suppose it helps people. Usually when they're getting old. You're not an atheist, are you?
You know I am.
Like your dad. Though he wasn't always one. When we were first married he used to pray every night before he went to bed.
I've always been an atheist. I could never take any of it seriously. We even used to take the mickey out of the vicar at Primary School.
Is Betty an atheist?
Yes. I couldn't live with anybody who wasn't.
You lived with us.
I mean through choice. I couldn't live with a partner who believed in that stuff.
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The trouble with Sundays...there's never anything on the telly when I get up. It's either football or cartoons on all the channels. Nothing for the likes of us.
Isn't Sunday God's day?
Don't take the piss, Geoff.
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