Bubble wrapped

Tonight we dragged ourselves to our daughter's Christmas concert.

Our reluctance to attend had nothing to do with her, rather the bubble wrapped community in which she had to perform.

People who passionately believe in whatever they believe in, however are so isolated from contact with the rest of society, they are truly devoid of polite, considerate social interaction.

So much so they posted the 'thou shalt not leave the room' police at the door, blocking us in, invading our personal space and making us feel thoroughly uncomfortable.

The saving grace came when our daughter's performance was top of the bill, and we reached round the dragon to free ourselves.

Outside, barriers had been placed in our way, but nothing would have held us a minute longer in cult hell. With millimetres to spare we drove away, having escaped our own Waco.

As Dorothy says 'There's no place like home'.