You join me live from Cambridge, in a time of great personal and professional upheaval and a lot of bloody work and no play. But all is well, I've had an extremely encouraging nibble from another PR agency in São Paulo, and we've hashed out my way back to Brazil. Cannae wait!
In the meantime I've been gallivanting around town in the hour or so per day when it's not raining or dark, including a trip to the Orchard Tea Rooms in Grantchester on Saturday for a jacket potato AND cream tea. On Thursday I head to London to face my destiny, and possibly review a restaurant if my editor gets his act together.
I've made a compilation, and my phrase of the day ("owner of the piece") means someone who lays claim to wherever they happen to be and acts like they own the place - not unlike Pudim, who is still in an uneasy truce with Valente from behind our balcony door.
Ciao for now!
Put You On A Fredestal
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