Just a quick note this time, as things are gathering pace and there's something afoot in the wind. Today's the big day and the big cheeses are rolling from the airport for our fake think tank board meeting/formal dinner as we speak, so I'll be brief.
After a merry birthday party for Gaby in the hip Vila Madalena district, featuring lots of (some might say too much) fried provolone, we got home, packed and within hours I was on my way to London, where in my sleep-deprived state I forgot my suitcase on the train to Cambridge and had to scramble madly to track it down again, picking it up the next day in a cupboard at Kings Cross before they detonated it in a controlled explosion. So that was fortunate.
Went to Isleham to see the grandparents, the Cambridge/Norwich Powys' and Dylan the dog, who grows ever larger, had a slap-up roast lamb lunch complete with crumble and the first mince pies of the festive season, and promptly collapsed until I'd acclimatised to the jetlag and complete lack of sunlight. The next day it was off to London, where I met up briefly with Kika for some Vietnamese crab soup, then early yesterday it was back to Heathrow and onwards to Vienna via plane and limousine (!). Also, one of our cats was castrated, so I got a real-time account of that from Gaby too.
So far everything seems under control - even managed to snag an interview for the Minister with a guy from Reuters - but let's see how things go, eh. The hotel is lovely, I'm sure the city is too although I'm not sure how much of it I'll get to see - the others went off to a Christmas market next door this morning, but muggins here was stuck drafting Press Releases. Saw a few guys in lederhosen at the airport though, so that'll tide me over. Tomorrow should be relatively relaxed, at least until I have to traverse the whole of London again and board the Eurostar for gay Paris. Cannae wait!
Today's proverb means "to bite one's tongue", and I'm told it applies specifically to times when you assert something and have to go back on it later, "eating your words" as it were. So there's that.
Right, I'm off to don my suit and tie, so fingers crossed, and I'll see you all tomorrow night!
Schlaff gut,
Fred
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