After managing over an hour on the doors - in the cold, which Audrey does not like - we tottered back to my little geranium red car. But we couldn't get in. "What's wrong with this key!?" I angsted, "It's not working."
Then we realised it was the car that was wrong, not the key. It was a red car, right enough, but not my red car.
We found a lot of people in and had some good conversations. And we now have some more magazine route calls. We must ask and ask for Jehovah's spirit, so that they will become Bible students.
More harrowing news from America about the death of an ex-expatriate friend. The only good thing that has come out of it is that Anne of the Cape and I are back in regular email conversation.