I’m Father Patrick O’Neil. Father Pat is what the local folk call me. I’ve been around, working inner cities, rural areas, Ireland, England and some missionary work in China. All when I was training and just ordained. Now I’m in a medium town and settled in for the last few years. The rectory is homely and I’ve got a house keeper. Moira is from the old country and in her late fifties I should think. She is married and has been house-keeper here for many years. She keeps the place clean and tidy, cooks for me, does my shopping, washing and ironing. She is a great cook and always prepares meals for her days off so all I have to do is warm up, usually in the microwave. Bit of a luxury these days. I’m thirty Two years old and never been kissed! Not true. I’d had girlfriends when I was a teen and at college and had explored and enjoyed them and the experiences. But since being ordained I had concentrated my thoughts away from such temptations, well almost. I’ve been dragged off the straight and narrow a few times. Priests seem to attract many women. Maybe it’s that priests should be celibate and so a challenge for some women. I also keep pretty fit and have always done some boxing. The boxing priest has always been an attraction, although without my dog-collar and in shorts I just another bloke. Maybe my muscular frame is a bit of attraction too.