A miracle occurred whilst lost on Old Wells Road one chilly Spring morning on the way to buy some Dutch tobacco with my son, Dylan. A fair dinkum bloody miracle! It involves a 5kg rare 18th Century Bible, a lock of baby hair in an envelope, a stack of mattresses, two women drowning in tears, (neither one me) an episode straight out of Weeds with (yes) me starring as Nancy, and some very, very outrageous tomfoolery. It also pauses one (least it did me) enough to suppose, "Maybe there is some Divine Being overseeing everything because how else can this miracle be explained?"