Today I went to Skegness (I know how to live!) on a sussing out trip to the church we're taking our wrinklies to for tea at the end of their day at the seaside.  The church secretary said, 'You're a minister?  You don't look like a minister.'

 Hurray!

So, forty seniors on a coach to Skegness with a woman who does not look like a minister.  Can't be bad.