Lovely to talk to and sing at you this weekend, hope you had a lovely birthday-ish time of it. I am still on a steady regime of painkillers following a nasty fall at the football, but time and pineapple upside-down cake heal all, as they say.
On Friday we had Gaby's family round for housewarming pizzas, and on Saturday we went to the achingly hip High Line bar in Vila Madalena for Bruna's birthday bash (one of them anyway - apparently it was a multi-day event way beyond our latter-day stamina levels). I still don't enjoy clubbing but I had some fun with balloons, brainstormed my upcoming birthday party and experimented with a passion fruit gin and tonic...
Elsewhere we're looking into accommodation and stuff to do on our impending Eurotrip, which should be rather fab, and putting the finishing touches on the house and general life admin. Predictably, someone from the shady factory across from us has found a stray dog and locked it up right under our window, where it has been barking for the past two days - Gaby and I are debating whether to complain, move house again or just skip to the part where we kill it with our bare hands in the dead of night...
I have made another compilation, as well as a separate "futurist dinner party speed compilation" that you requested - fair warning, both get quite dark, but your guests will probably be pretty unsettled anyway, right? My phrase of the day ("to put [something] on the point of the pencil") means to do something by the book, with careful forethought. Cross the t's and dot the... lowercase j's...
Bye for nye,
Fredknobs & Broomsticks
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