The story of blue mouse went down very well this morning as part of the sermon. It was about our daft Springer spaniel who buried blue mouse on Christmas morning because it squeaked. My daughter who had spent precious money on blue mouse was not amused and kept bringing it back into the house. She got tired before he did and finally it was allowed to rest in peace. Blue mouse was resurrected in the end though when the next dog a placid golden retriever dug it up, brought it back into the house and found that it still squeaked! No prizes for guessing the gospel it was meant to illuminate!