Soon to London Town; Make Me An Instrument Lord; Frolic, Modus Operandi; Pictures and Video of Me Doing Just Fine

I woke to the most wondrous news. My favourite hotel (in all of London) emailed to accept my reservation request offering what seems to be a fantastic rate. I am in bliss. Everything about the hotel is perfect – it is small, well located for my needs, the staff is superb, the breakfasts divine, there is a spa which is so well designed with a large warm pool – such a restful spot with a lovely mural on the wall.  I feel privileged and blessed. All of the UK plans are made. I shall fly first class, rather a necessity given the state of my knee. Arrive in London at a decent hour, staying at a Heathrow airport hotel for the night. The very next day I shall be treated like a Queen. A chariot will arrive to escort me to Southhampton where I shall reside in a most charming Inn near my dearest friends (the chariot’s driver and attendant.) After a charming stay with Flower Girl and Flower Girl’s Wife it shall  be off to London. It shall be absolutely jolly. My loyal subjects have learned of the visitation to their fair city so the days shall be crowded with frivolity, excursion, the theatre and OF COURSE, dining at the Rex Whistler, located in the Tate Britain. The Tate Britain is, of course, known as the subject of InConversation and In Contemplation, a self published book written by Alexis McBride with poetry by Jessica Phibbs. Needless to say I am counting the sleeps until take off – the days shall be crowded with extensive physical therapy ensuring the best recovery possible so I can run and frolic about. Oh how I love to frolic. It doth mean: play or move about in a cheerful and lively way. Used in a sentence. : Edward frolicked on the sand. Its synonyms are: frisk. gambol, cavort, caper, cut capers, sport, scamper, skip, dance, romp, trip, prance, leap, spring, hop, jump, bounce, bob; rare curvet, rollick, capriole.
I do love frisking, gambing, cavorting and romping, that is for sure. But bobbing and leaping and springing? I do not think so. 
Off to a completely different topic. Two days ago, the strangest thoughts and a phrase ran through my head. It does happen sometimes. The phrase that uncannily was repeated : Make Me An Instrument, Lord. My modus operandi when such phrases and words come to mind is to get me to a Google. That is what I did and was rewarded with knowledge and an inspiring version tenderly and exquisitely rendered by Andrew Baldacchino.
What is modus operandi? It is a particular way or method of doing something. Used in a sentence: Every killer has his own special modis operandi. Its synonyms are: method of working, method, way, MO, manner, technique, style, procedure, approach, course of action, plan of action, methodology, mode, fashion, process, means, strategy, plan, formula, recipe, practice; rare praxis.
 I discovered that it was a prayer by Francis of Assisi. “ The Prayer of Saint Francis is a Christian prayer. It is attributed to the 13th-century saint Francis of Assisi, although the prayer in its present form cannot be traced back further than 1912, when it was printed in France in French, in a small spiritual magazine called La Clochette (The Little Bell) as an anonymous prayer.”
Here are the lyrics which are so inspiring, whether or not you are Christian. 
Lord make me an instrument of your peace
Where there is hatred let me sow love
Where there is injury, pardon
Where there is doubt, faith
Where there is despair, hope
Where there is darkness, light
And where there is sadness, joy
O divine master grant that I may
not so much seek to be consoled as to console
to be understood as to understand
To be loved as to love
For it is in giving that we receive
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned
And it’s in dying that we are born to eternal life
That is a model of behaviour for everyone – and what if everyone did this? Is that going to happen?  Not bloody likely!But if even a few people did this, the world would be a happier place. Look at the behaviours which would be existent and prevalent: love, pardon, faith, hope, light, joy, consolation, understanding. How could that hurt, it might actually help. Hahaha. 
So I have no idea why these thoughts come to my mind: Make Me An Instrument Lord.  I guess I am unlucky that way – JOKE. 
The photographs (and hopefully video) reveal bliss. The photographs are selfies taken in the Presidio, where I was awaiting my coffee being brought to me by Personal Driver. One in colour and one in black and white. The video was posted on Instagram with the following caption; Here at Presidio Sports Medicine showing off the art of walking without a limp. Camera man was my physical therapist, J. I have shown remarkable improvement, later a 35 degree improvement in flexion, whatever that many mean.  

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