Hail fellow well met, etc etc. It’s officially autumn here but still ruddy hot and prone to massive thunderstorms in the afternoon. No news on Lula either, but his provisional escape plans were leaked to the press the other day, which is never a good sign...
Having concluded my driving lessons on Wednesday with a highly illegal detour around the test course in the dead of night, I had an honest-to-god day off on Friday, what with it being Easter and all. Having spent most of it nursing a dead leg from Thursday’s football exertions, we went to the Parque Ibirapuera for a wander, although as soon as we opened the car doors the rain came down, so we only saw bits of it – a covered market, the outside of the Museum of Modern Art, a giant Louise Bourgeois spider, etc.
We then went on to the very posh JK Shopping Centre, which was full of artisanal chocolate shops and solid silver iguanas, not to mention a jewellers with a private elevator to the garage, so customers can avoid prying eyes on the way out. We stopped off for a triple-decker burger (absolutely the worst thing you can eat on Good Friday, apparently, but what’re you going to do) and a Haagen Dazs chocolate milkshake before heading home.
On Saturday we had some of Gaby’s girlfriends round for a gossip – I was expecting one of their boyfriends to turn up for a jam but he had been given his marching orders the week before, so I kept a low profile and made bread and caipirinhas for everyone. Got an Easter egg out of it though.
On Sunday we went to the in-laws for a traditional Easter feast of salted cod, which was rather awesome (cod’s gift to cuisine, you might say), followed by a prolonged nap and the World Curling Championships on TV, for some reason. And yesterday I went for a sun-dappled wander round the fancy Perdizes neighbourhood, near Gaby’s uni, in the absence of any actual work. Stumbled upon a park that was literally heaving with chickens, which was a first...
I have also made another compilation (on Youtube again, chock-full of un-Spotifiable gems, and ELO) and discovered another peach of a saying: “cercando frango”, a way of walking after one too many, similar in gait to someone trying to herd a chicken (or indeed the "dressage drunk").
Hope all well in the Flat 2.0, and let’s speak soon, yes? Yes.
Frod
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