I got through it.
My darling friends treated me like I was a visiting fairy princess.
I washed some dishes, but was generally spoiled rotten.
Terrific food and great conversation and excellent TV - what more could a Greer want?
To cap it all, I saw horses racing on Boxing Day, at Kempton in Surrey, England, near where I was born., in Barnes.
My dear friend gave me a lift home, where I intended to rest easy.
But a key cupboard refused to open, leading me to need a knight in shining armour.
Cupboard is fixed. It was a convivial evening. All is well.
If you are having as super a holiday as me, you are very lucky indeed to know such terrific people.