I thought nuns were interesting. The people up the street were Catholic, and everything they owned was dominated by an Infant. Infants were their thing. I went to church... er, 'mass' with them once and it was mostly in Latin. It was good to see what other people were doing, but I never developed any lasting nun-related phobia or fondness.

And Mary, you dear, sweet paranoid old bat, I WAS NOT THERE!!! Someone ELSE did this. (Nobody said they saw me sneaking around, did they?)