It is 1230 and St enters the parish office. The administrator is musing, a character trait of his.
'It's no good Steve, there's a discrepancy. I can't make the figures balance.' He scratches his head in a forlorn way.
'Is this a budget problem?' I enquire.
Why no. It's a people problem. We cannot make the number of people on the electoral roll add up to last year's electoral roll less removals plus additions.
'We have three too many,' he says. 'We're going to have to shoot them. It will be easier than going through all the working again.'
I proffer my list of people I'd like, all things being equal, to have shot. I carry it about with me.
The administrator looks it over and nods in agreement. I leave. I know some people. I blame my second curacy.
Later that afternoon there is a call from the office. Problem solved. Someone filled in two forms and someone was counted twice.
I've left a message on my contact's answer phone. If you suspect we don't like you probably best not to answer the door tonight. Just sit back with a copy of Fargo and relax.