I go to meet the guests who are in the gym waiting. They seem a bit anxious. Is it the cold? Is it because we are so close to the end of the month and the money has run out? I sense something. I announce the menu: salmon chowder, Salisbury steak with gravy, roast potatoes, mixed vegetable and pineapple upside down cake (made by my colleague G in the kitchen) with vanilla ice cream. As is customary, I ask someone to offer up a prayer before we start. Not my thing but an OOTC tradition here at the church.
Don't get my Sicilian up, I mutter as I reenter the kitchen.