Somebody was taking care of me

I already told how my lost bag was returned to me intact. But there were two other things that same week which made me feel I was being taken care of. 

On Sunday I came down with a cold, probably caught in school. 

On Friday we were to attend the musical Hadestown. I had wanted to see this standout musical for ages so we had purchased the expensive non-refundable tickets months before. I HAD to be well in time

 In the mean time, I went to work, but when it came time to teach, I'd lost my voice. 

I found a quiet task for my pupils but was unsure whether it would work out.

In fact my lovely students were especially helpful, obeyed mimed instructions and answered each other's questions on my behalf.

I was delighted.

However. As Friday and Hadestown grew close, I'd developed an irritating cough. I have a horror of coughing during a live performance.  

'I do hope we're sitting on the end of a row so I can leave if I need to. '

'We won't,' said Nigel. 'I always try to book the middle of a row.'

But when we arrived we were actually at the very end of a row, bang next to an exit door. When a coughing fit came on I was able to withdraw discreetly and come back when done. 

All in all, it was a very much better week than I was expecting. I felt Somebody had been taking care of me.