I always hated the return to work after my holiday, but what made this worse was that the campus had been moved from Corstorphine in Edinburgh to Perry Barr in Birmingham, and there was nobody there other than me. I walked out to the main road to see anyone that I knew happened to be in the vicinity.

I was hopeful when a car pulled up next to me. “Friends?” I wondered. I was mistaken. Out jumped half a dozen hippy terrorists brandishing weapons. I ran for my life.

A woman in a headscarf and a long robe rushed to my rescue. She pulled me into a people carrier crammed with women dressed just like her. I was so happy to be safe again in calm, female company. My relief was short-lived, however, when I realised that these nuns were my captors, that I would never return to the job that I loved, and instead would be forced to enter the convent.