The first time she spoke after being there for 5 years,she said to the Mother Superior, “My room is cold.” Mother nodded and said your voice is fine.

Five years later she goes again to Mother to have her test and this times she says,” My bed is hard.” Mother nods and sends her back to her praying.

Five years go by and it’s time for her to speak and she says to Mother,” My room is cold and my bed is hard and I’m leaving.”

Mother Superior says,” It’s just as well you are going, all you do is bitch,bitch.bitch.”

Nick - Oh Yeah!

Steph - I keep trying to miss that train!

Magpie - For six days the boy went…. Nah! It somehow doesn’t have the same ring to it.

Reminds me of stories written by children: ” Now can you please think of a different way to start a story other than ‘Once upon a time….’ please?”

So we get :”One day a boy….” and so on.

On a teaching prac, I heard an old school teacher respond to such an opening being read out with: ” One day? One day? Even God took six days. ” That was Newquay 1969 and I still haven’t worked out its locic.