Hope you had a spiffing Easter weekend; we had several blowout meals with various family members, and treated ourselves to the odd slice of chocolate bread.
Otherwise we've been streamlining the house, in a manner worryingly consistent with the tenets of Swedish death cleaning - I now have a work station in the spare room, which I write to you from now, although I suspect it's part of Gaby's larger plan to turn it into "my room" and kick me out of our bedroom altogether.
I have made another compilation, and my phrase of the week ("to pull the campfire towards your sardine") means to try and make everything about you and your needs. Such behaviour is obviously frowned on in the sardine-grilling community.
Speak soooon,
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