Just been talking to Bomma about the retreat we went to with Richard Mann. To celebrate Mass, we all sat around sheets on the floor (which you can see in the photos). They were strewn with flowers and I think we broke real bread. Afterwards we all danced to I Can't Get No Satisfaction by The Stones and lots of other songs played really loud. Not exactly the meditative silence you think of when you hear the word retreat. The whole thing was such a powerful experience, but when we came back to school brimming with excitement and stories about what happened, the nuns were absolutely horrified. They probably thought we'd all gone completely feral and maybe they were right. I'm sure we were a lot harder to control after that.