Yes, that's right, she's heading off to watch the end of the world:
I was mowing my lawn this morning (well, mowing the weeds that had grown out of it, not the dried-up grass) when I was approached by two guys who handed me the above leaflet. They were Jehovah's Witnesses, inviting me to attend Norwich City Football Club's stadium later this month to find out how I can survive the end of the world.
Hmm, personally I suspect that living to see the end of the world would be my first objective, which would be less likely if I were to refuse blood transfusions. Not that I've ever had one, but I'd at least like the option to remain open... It's a nice touch that they chose to hold their meeting at Norwich's ground, though, given that the team just got relegated from the Championship to League 1 — just the kind of morose morbidity appropriate for doomsayers.
Oh well, everyone is entitled to their opinion.
That's mine of theirs.