Stan can't believe his eyes. One minute at the corner of the porch there was a carefully carved 151-year-old Portland stone quoin, the next minute - utter demolition. (It's only a small church, officer, I didn't notice it standing there!) We could not even bring ourselves to show you a photo of the latest incident of vehicular vandalism with which our besieged community has been beset, the recently damaged drainpipe just inside our long-suffering gatepillars. We beg you, if you must operate one of those smelly infernal combustion machines in the precincts of our historic place of worship, please direct it so that all four of its wheels travel along the tarmacked driveway designed for that purpose, and try to leave our beautiful building intact when you depart. Thank you.
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