The trouble is I went to church on Easter Sunday. The nice young couple who used to live near me invited me to go and I was tempted by the prospect of meeting people. 'She' picked me up and took me there and brought me back afterwards, but it was really all too much for me. I was desperately tired and in excruciating pain - pain made so much more intense by the unforgiving hardness of the floor to walk and stand on, and the hardness of the pew to sit on. I've been in a really, really bad way since. - When they ask me again, as they surely will, I must regretfully decline and follow my own sensible advice to listen to what my body is telling me and not stick out the torture for the sake of politeness.