I spent five years as a boarder at the Convent of the Sacred Heart in Surrey. Although the nuns taught us every day in class, a mystique hovered round them and their secret lives. The cloisters, where they slept and ate, were out of bounds. We schoolgirls were particularly fascinated by their hair, or lack of it. Were they completely bald? Some of the younger nuns were only a few years older than we were. When I was twelve, a group of us sadistically tied our form teacher’s black veil to a chair. How thrilling it was to see her head suddenly jerk back! However, the veil stayed on her head and our prurient fascination with hair continued, all our way up the school.
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