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.