The mice have been particularly present with us in the Rainy Hall this year - their garden habitat having been disturbed during the 'makeover'
(and still no sign of the conservatory or jacuzzi, tsk).
When the drone of the radio,
perpetually tuned to 'old gold classics',
clicks off...
when the students begin to melt away...
when all is hushed and oh-so-quiet...
God's wee creatures come out,
immerse themselves
in the lofty, wafty aftermath of theological musings,
ancient credal controversies,
the crusts and crumbs of hebrew and greek grammar.
Ministers and missionary mice in the making?
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