How lovely to hear your calm news.
Arranged for DSD to be downstairs to receive a large parcel while DH was on an important work call. Obviously parcel didn't arrive but gifts arrived from my DM but addressed to DSD. Fortunately she played along with "I think you were very much mistaken because nothing arrived addressed to you and in fact nothing arrived, you must be imagining it".
I went to have lunch with SIL and dogs who were brilliantly behaved. Parcel was delivered 40 minutes before schedule.
We then had nibbles and prosecco even though the neighbours cried off. There was a moment when it looked as though our favourite prosecco was out of stock, but fortunately they found some down the back of the sofa.
DH decided to join me in watching a film rather than look at his many screens. I loved it. He didn't get it. Makes me wish more men would watch serious films about women's experience. In time they'll get it.
As per our house etiquette, (don't say you hate it, even if you hate it; don't talk or double screen while it's on; just because it's on, doesn't mean it's good; if it's brilliant/dreadful according to critics, you can pretend you thought it first, but don't be surprised if people think you're an arse), he said it wasn't his thing but he was glad he'd watched it.
I haven't seen it so don't have an opinion yet, but I'd like to see more women of all backgrounds in the lead roles.