The Living Centrifuge

I got a care package in the mail today. It's the first one I've ever received ever. It came at the perfect time. I was very down about the prospect of having broken my foot, and I was back from physio, and voila, I got this package. I burst out crying (something I appear to be doing a lot of these days). It was from the TYT folks - the people with whom I did the Rocky Horror Show in April. The director and producer, the choreographers, the PM, and I think the stage manager. It had a lovely letter, and just some really thoughtful little gifts. It made my day.