Apart from the toddler that kept interrupting, uttering several incomprehensible consonants and letting out attention-seeking cries, everybody else in the house was attentive, almost in supplication as they followed the church service.
The spot that has for so many years looked like a football pitch to me as I followed my favourite team, Arsenal, occasionally put a wide smile on my face, is now slowly turning into an altar of some kind, thanks to the coronavirus.