Tin Toys, Ch 5

“In conclusion— is anyone hungry?” asked the Doctor. “You know how when you wake in the middle of the night, after a bit your stomach thinks ‘oh, we’re awake now, must be morning, must be time for breakfast?’ Well, it wasn’t the middle of the night for Yaz and me, we were going to go to the beach with Einstein, but I did think we’d be having lunch by now. Anyway,” she finished brightly, as she rummaged through the impossibly roomy pockets of her coat, “I did bring some oranges.”

There was a tense silence. 

Congregation Chabad

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Looking at the pictures of the police tape around the synagogue I was struck with the idea that this created a twisted mockery of an eruv.