Oh dear.

I know that the idea that 'cleanliness is next to Godliness' is a Victorian idea with a decidedly silly side to it (God, after all, as has been shown, is not made of soap), but having just come across a fourteenth century nun proudly stating that she hadn't washed for thirty years (pouring water on your body being luxurious and generally self-indulgent), I think I prefer the Victorian idea, if one has to have one or the other.

Ah! She's just declared that she can't, however, stand dirty clothes. Oh well at least she (it's Margaretha Ebner, if that means anything to anyone) changed, unlike Elsbeth von Oye, who used to wander about wearing maggoty rags. I don't know how her fellow nuns stood her.