Greetings from the Little Parish of Big Foot-On-Sea
Greetings from a hot and fly infested Melbourne. What a dizzy time – with the flying nuns from Johannesburg having stuck to convention and upset many an apple cart in the local Produce Market, we are now witnessing an invasion by the Sydney Chapter last seen doing final checks to their trapeze equipment in anticipation of the New Year. Pictures of the reunion and requisite group hugs, prays and vigils for wine and bladder control, will shortly be available on a blogsite near you.
On a sadder note, shoe sources have for unforseen reasons dried up. With the prospect of seeing in the New Year dancing like Big Foot rather than Thumbelina, Sister Slav is praying fervently for intervention lest she have to resort to communion wine. In preparation, we may be forced to bring our annual Maypole dancing competition forward this year!
In the meantime, Happy New Year to one and all. May life’s challenges and fruit pickings continue in reach (or at least in rosary bead range), and our enemies forever downwind.
Aluta Continua
Sister Paulana
On a sadder note, shoe sources have for unforseen reasons dried up. With the prospect of seeing in the New Year dancing like Big Foot rather than Thumbelina, Sister Slav is praying fervently for intervention lest she have to resort to communion wine. In preparation, we may be forced to bring our annual Maypole dancing competition forward this year!
In the meantime, Happy New Year to one and all. May life’s challenges and fruit pickings continue in reach (or at least in rosary bead range), and our enemies forever downwind.
Aluta Continua
Sister Paulana
