02.08.16 - Não aguenta, bebe leite

Halloooo,

Hope all is well re: your assorted holiday frolics. A quiet week here in St. Paul, although we took in a typically awesome open mic night at Garrafas with Taynah and Rafael, and had Gaby's masters chums round on Sunday afternoon for a get-together before class resumed the next day. There was a lot of bluff behaviourist talk which went over my head somewhat, but plenty of food (we'll be living off the leftover bruschetta and lime pie for days to come) and good cheer. 

I also discovered a cool café near the hospital where Gaby has her weekly psych ward networking meetings (as a participant, rather than a subject), and passed a minor milestone on Sunday by driving on my own for the first time, to the shops at the end of the road and back again, without totalling the car. Plans are afoot for a longer solo voyage later this week...

My phrase of the week means "if you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen", or in this case, "... drink milk" - no doubt doubling as a dig at people who can't handle their liquor. I've also made a rather sedate compilation, with a more unhinged offering in the works for next week. Do with it what you will.

That's all for the noo, send my regards to the folks in Galway if that's where you (still) are, and let's Skype soon!

Talking Freds