Now that the Mama has gotten into her email, and will not therefore be the last person to see it, it is now appropriate to share a piece of newsiness.
Similar to Jeremy the Crow in the Secret of NIMH, I am quite charmed by Sparklies, although I generally feel quite too juvenile to
deserve to wear them. (Clutziness plays a logical part in this historical attire choice as well.)But Eamonn is dear enough to think otherwise and to have gifted me with several lovely pieces of jewelry. His most recent addition was bestowed upon a travel-bedraggled and snuffly Bruner in the parking lot/car park at Norwich International Aeropuerto on Sunday at about 9.30am :) She was a bit overwhelmed and had to sit down and ask to be driven to a cuppa tea.
Later on Sunday, the ring was forcibly taken from her by the mean jewelry store people, as they were so inconsiderate as to lack a smaller sized ring. It was to be delivered by the 12th but in fact they managed to phone yesterday with the new one!
While she has now recovered from shock, travel, her chest infection, and too much excitement, she is still walking around with her hand in a fist so as to avoid any potential for loss. Please pay no attention to the wrinkles on her hand.
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