No lightning bolts

Or spontaneous combustion, or large hand coming down from the heavens & squishing me like a bug.

Of all the things to do this lunchtime, I (rampant screaming atheist that I am) went to a carol service at the Town Hall. Not just any service; this one was organised by the Lawyers Christian Fellowship.

They didn't do The First Noel, which is my favouritest carol (of those written in English) ever, but it was still jolly good fun, and I behaved myself very well & didn't sing "washed their socks". Some students from the RNCM did a non-religious interlude (which gave me time to relax & stop thinking people were going to see my ankh and damn me to hell) - The Swan and a flute / piano piece that I didn't recognise.

I'm more confused than ever about my singing voice. I was comfortably matching the *men* we were sitting next to. Do women sing tenor?

I wish I could believe in god(s/ess/es). Everyone seemed so happy & full of christmas cheer, all because of faith.