Good to speak yesterday, and hope all well in Isleham/Antibes. Over here we're still very much on lockdown, although we've ventured out a few times for vital supplies and to see the cats on Sunday night, after which we were treated to someone serenading the neighbourhood with smooth saxophone sounds.
Otherwise Gaby has reportedly been drafted to the coronavirus front line by the government as a dues-paying healthcare professional, although we haven't had any official confirmation of that, plus she may be exempt because of her asthma. And the highlight of our week was an Instagram Live show by national treasures Jorge e Mateus on Saturday night, which lasted over 4 hours and included basically all of their songs, as far as I can tell.
I've rustled up another two compilations, and if you're at a loose end I can heartily recommend Questlove's nightly DJ sets/music history ramblings about Marvin Gaye and Bill Withers - who, unfortunately, is no longer with us - among others. And my rather Yoda-esque phrase of the day ("son of the fish, the little fish is") basically translates as "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree". #makeuthink
Ciao for now,
Fredside Manner
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