The first is negative good news -- fifth day home and I don't seem to have caught any virus, despite all the people I was being touched and moved around by. I pretty much expected to catch something, there's so much about, and joy, I'm fine.
Then my healing approach worked again -- pain during the night, pretty much dispelled by another royal related documentary.
It was about those royal warrants the monarch gives to favorite shops and artisans. Very repetitive, low budget, out of date, and better than pills.
And great news for friends. You know the sock and glove ministry I have? I knit for a special project, send the work to a community of nuns who add it in to theirs and deliver it. Here's their exciting news
I wonder if they'll meet Colin Firth? At any rate, my nun friends are all excited. Even the dog, Jennie -- I've met her on my visits, she's a bit starstruck, I can tell. Me to the sisters to Spielberg, how many degrees!
Happy day everyone, you never know, you too may be discovered by Spielberg.
