canny granny

Blessed Virgin Mary Sightings again

I haven’t given a thought to the B.V.M for more than 50 years, but obviously a lot of people never grew out of their invisible- friend phase and Mary has been popping up all over the place. In recent years the B.V.M has been spotted on a ham sandwich, markings on the wall of a tunnel, a hospital window, chocolate discards and sniffling on a plaster statue in a suburban back yard.

And now she’s turned up on the belly of a turtle.

Shirley McVane (who is 81 years old and by rights should have progressed past the mental age of 3) owns the afflicted turtle and is claiming a miracle has happened. I only hope she’s charging a few dollars for people to come and gawk at the turtle. Heaven knows, it’s hard enough to get by on the pension.

Mysterious Things

The Yowies are making pests of themselves again. Yowie expert Paul Compton says that Yowies are lurking in the Clarence Valley National Park

I’ll have to ask my Council Home help girl where the Clarence Valley actually is — so that I can avoid it.

I met a Yowie once, years back. It was in one of those look-alike Blue Mountains townships along the Great Western Highway where the road snakes its way through a massive World Heritage-listed wilderness area of some 1.03 million hectares (2.5 million acres), consisting mostly of forested landscape. (I was there searching for a sighting of the Big Black Cat and a tea-room with a reasonable lavatory.)

If you ever want an encounter with UFOs, a Big Cat or an up-close-and-friendly with a Yowie, you can’t go past the Blue Mountains. You can find a lot of monsters among the obligatory haunted houses and the local winebars.

Here’s some more info on Yowie, Sasquatch of the South

Mysterious Places

I had a lovely comment from that well-known commentator Anonymous who told me that there is a place left in the world where you get good fish and chips. I had to sit down and have a little glass of sweet sherry to celebrate.

And this place is the mysterious Anstruther on the East Neuk of Fife. Anstruther, the Royal Burgh of Kilrenny, Anstruther Easter and Anstruther Wester. That’s in Scotland (to save you the trouble of looking it up.)

Apparently, the little town attracts many visitors during the summer months. So there’s something else that I learnt today, they have Summer in Scotland. See the nice photo of Summer in Scotland to prove it?

This internet invention is opening my eyes to the mysterious parts of the world, like Tuvalu, Long Dong, and the East Neuk of Fife.

Sherry and vegemite

I interrupt this blog to thank the kind young lady at Labyrinth of Learnings, who bought me a nice soothing glass of sherry this morning.

She tells me that scoffing down a meal of fish and chips, the fat-saturated variety, is still a popular pastime where she lives. Of course, the poor dear lives in the bush, and you know what Bush people are like. They haven’t the slightest idea what to eat besides boiled lamb and damper.

Heavens, I don’t think they even have vegemite, it’s found only in those scattered outposts on the bullock run. To show my appreciation, I’m sending the kind thing some vegemite recipes in case she suffers from boils, ulcers or bladder troubles. (I believe bladder problems are rife in the Outback - it’s so far to go to reach a toilet)