My youngest daughter was born in St Caths. When my wife went into labour, we were greeted at the door by a formidable sight - Sister Murphy - who Informed me I'd done my bit, and could retire to the Pub
. "And don't be ringing us up all the time, either!" (I don't think she had much time for men)
All went well however, and eventually we departed with the Baby
. As we passed Sister Murphy, she was admonishing an underling, but she reached out with one hand and grasped me painfully just above my elbow with a steely finger and thumb, holding me there in considerable pain until she'd reduced the unfortunate nurse to the verge of tears, and dismissed back to her duties. Then she delivered the only piece of advice i was given about the care of child and mother "Make sure she wears warm knickers!" before I was released.
I would not be too surprised to find her still there terrifying one and all. They'll have a problem demolishing her, I can tell you!