Just smiling away here. All alone. On MY Desert Island.
And I will NOT mention meeting one of my clients in a hotel in Lincoln and him telling me that he’d met TomSpanks a few days before as they filmed the Da Vinci Code in Lincoln Cathedral.
YES. I went to a American man’s room in a hotel. Alone with him to deliver an aran alpaca sweater I’d knitted for him. Alone. With him. In his room.
Did I type that out loud?
Sssh! Don’t say a word. Zip
P.S. He was lovely and gracious and we talked about all the Brit antiques that he’d bought to ship home. Zero threat.