So I abandoned the contraption, which was sounding more and more like a fairground Wurlitzer, and played everything on the piano. Which suited me JUST FINE. That was in the "early" or "more serious" service. Afterwards, we had the "First Sunday of the Month Cafe Church" event - a much more laid back, informal affair. Someone had got their hands on a pop-corn making machine, something like this;
I kid you not - it was a man-size, not counter-top-toy-size version - and it was pop-pop-popping all morning in the hall, while people were making up shoe-boxes to send to Roumania, something we do as a church every year.
I wasn't involved in the packing, as we also had African Drumming going on in the church, ready to join in with the actual church service at the end of the morning. That was my contribution the the chaos and mayhem.