All good over here, notwithstanding impending nuclear war etc. We finally got the electricity sorted at the football pitch on Thursday, and celebrated by staggering about for two hours breathing heavily, followed by grilled meat and much rejoicing. On Saturday we headed out for a night on the town, with live music and all, and Sunday was Father's Day, mostly spent eating homemade gnocchi and napping profusely.
In the meantime I've made not one but two compilations, and have thrown in a third, bonus playlist, brought to you by the Looming Spectre of Fiery Annihilation™. Today's phrase comes from Bosnia and translates as "the bathroom is on fire", which seems to sum things up pretty well at the moment.
Speak soon,
Fred Rain
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