Waving at me from across the school play ground, the chaplain smiled.
‘Would you like a lift home after school?’ asked Father Francis Derriman, then 29.
It was 1967, and all the girls thought that Father Derriman was quite cool.
For a priest!
He collected comics and listened to Bob Dylan.
And getting a lift home definitely sounded better than waiting for the bus.
‘Yes, please,’ I said.
Born into a Catholic family, I was brought up going to Mass and, now 14, I attended an all-girls’ school.
I introduced Father Derriman to my parents.