We have a new post man. The first day he turned up wearing shorts. Today it was still shorts topped with a Santa hat and jacket! We had a parcel so he knocked on the back door. He wanted to know if he could ask me a personal question.
"Course you can," I said " , hoping I wasn't going to regret it.
He explained he was a Roman Catholic and was used to calling the local priest Father....So..
"What do I call you? "
"Well not mother anyway...jut call me Jean"
Not happy with that he persisted. "Do Anglicans not go in for that then?"
I told him that some of us do but that for us women it was just easier to be called by our first names. Or rev of course. There was a longish pause. "What does the local father call you ? "
"We are friends" I told him. "He just calls me Jean" he shook his head at this......it was clearly going a step too far. .
.Then I had a thought.. "Why don't you just call me sister! "
He liked that and went away happy.
So I may be an honorary nun in future. It's a good deal better than some things I could mention!