Sister Euphemia of the Five Wounds

k. occasionally - ie. daily - puts on an hilarious Oirish accent and pretends to be a Catholic nun from an unnamed order somewhere on the Emerald Isle. This nun dishes out earthy, pragmatic, advice - largely unwanted and unasked for - with a healthy dose of wisdom and salty Celtic humour.

Today I got a text from k.: "Oh my god, I'm losing my voice!"

I sent back: "Oh no! Does this mean Sister Bernadette is taking a vow of silence??"

I haven't heard anything since then. I suspect I've been excommunicated.