Some people are born to believe.

My father-in-law was an intellegent and cultured man: a scholar and later a schoolmaster. Unfortunately he lacked anything in the way of self confidence and lived his life by the rules

Late in life he was admitted to hospital. Being just before Christmas the ward had been emptied out and he lay there alone surrounded by nurses, mostly from eastern europe.

He had been in great pain, but now the doctors had cured that. He was comfortable at last, surrounded by women with nothing else to do but look after him. He was a gentleman, but he had a naughty eye.

Now to get to the point, with no one there to tell him the rules of living in the ward he made up his own.

When the residence returned after the holiday, he was appalled that they didn't live by his rules.

He was a natural Calvinist, but a Catholic by conviction.