I've been careering round town since picking up my driver's licence on Friday; so far it's gone OK, although having driven to Gaby's university on Sunday, I had to get her to take over when the time came to park (all the cones and broom handles had been replaced by actual cars, which threw me off a bit), and a cruise through the backroads of our neighbourhood last night was derailed by a tropical storm. I'm getting the hang of it though. Death toll so far = 0
On Saturday we went a fair way out of town to Itatiba, and the tranquil country dwelling of one of Gaby's schoolfriend's dads, for a birthday BBQ and general chinwag, involving MOUSSE CAKE and a cameo by a hyperactive six-year-old who suddenly started asking really deep, existential multiple-choice questions - including: "would you rather drink wine or die?" - to the be/amusement of all present. We also discovered Snapchat and its FaceSwap setting, which resulted in the attached, nightmarish picture (and no doubt a lot of sleepless nights).
Otherwise we've been looking after Susy's cats while they were away on holiday, and I've been baking up a storm, flawlessly executing a tricky orange cake double-pike on two separate occasions, to make up for last weekend's tapioca fiasco. No compilation this week, but I found a rather amusing saying: being put to work "drying ice", basically any chore which is ultimately pointless in nature, like washing the car during a thunderstorm. Doesn't really translate into English, since the dry ice business is a fine and booming industry, but I enjoyed it.
Until next we speak,
Fredders
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