Move 'em On, Head 'em Up

This Saturday's Messy Church was the worst-attended we've ever had, even more than the one we forgot (all right, I forgot) to tell anyone about. Blame the hot weather, which meant that nobody much wanted to venture out of doors after a week of the children sweltering back at school: there were virtually tumbleweeds rolling across the village streets. 

Among those bold souls who did turn up, though only as we were packing everything away, were Andy our local beat constable and a colleague, just checking in to see how everything was going. In fact, as far as antisocial behaviour is concerned, everything has been quite quiet for the last few weeks. "Yes", agreed Andy, "we think we've managed to stir things up a bit. The older individual who hangs around with the kids and who we're most interested in knows we're trying to make his evenings a bit less comfortable. Of course", he went on, "that just means he now spends most of his time in Guildford. And Guildford will probably move him on to Woking eventually".

"Still", said his colleague as she looked across the church to where the Messy Church collage had just been put up, bearing the theme of the day, "Sharing is Caring".