“Cloisters,” said my aged companion, Crisp. She momentarily shuddered at the thought. We’d come to see the old Priory of the Blessed Sisters of the Deflowered Rose, and for Crisp, it brought back a lot of memories.
“My parents send me to boarding school, and the place was a nightmare. It was run by the Sisters of Consideration, and let me tell you they were trained to show little if any consideration.”
“We started each day with morning prayer, then there was morning tea prayer, lunch prayer and dinner prayer. Our knees were worn out by the end of each year.”
Her last comment gave me reason to understand why Crisp had the most unattractive knees I’d ever seen.
She only took a few more steps before the past became too much, and she had to leave. It was our shortest ever visit any historical place.