Just before I left for the Christmas break (which I'm enduring now

) my sister (hope she doesn't - oh wait, that's not going to work) gave me some rather wonderful Christmas presents at the airport.
Of course in the interests of international air safety I had to open them immediately. I discovered a St. Dominic medal (is she trying to tell me something, do you think?) and two soaps. One rather interestingly coloured, the second, she warned me in a rather non-specific way, was
dangerous. To be used with caution, lest I unnecessarily tempt anyone.
Now I am a very obedient older sister and have restricted myself to the funny-coloured one (don't take it personally - I'm sure there's something in my DNA which specifies that something needs to be blue before I have anything approaching a decent opinion of it

). Which, it has to be said, is rather wonderful, even on my face.
The question of when I should use the Dangerous Soap is quite open. The question of what I'm to do with a St. Dominic medal, when the solid evidence of my
Benectine oblation has first rights around my neck, is a further quandry. Ah well - I shall momentarily put these dilemmas to one side whilst I concentrate on writing my thesis and reading various works of St. Hildegard. Or I could completely de-lurk and dig up some old Benedictine threads as VS has once again become rather dominated by Dominican, Franciscan/Poor Clare and Carmelite factions

/me knuffelt VA heel erg stevig en hoop dat ze dr snel weer ziet, misschien wel in de Agnes, met mantilla

Hartelijk bedankt en een Zalig Kerst!