All good 'ere, hope all well with you, etc.
We've got to the point where we're tentatively looking into ways to leave the city at some point, now that Ilhabela has opened among other things, but we're still stuck on Lockdown Street with plenty of work to be getting on with, and the most exciting thing that's happened this week is my cap blowing off while I was jogging, and landing on the roof of the building's main entrance. So now I need to see a man about a ladder.
Elsewhere I've made a new compilation, done a new live show (I see Nick Cave is trying to steal my schtick), and have a new phrase ("flour from the same bag"), which is the Brazilian version of "birds of a feather", birds who are "cut from the same cloth", if you will.
Ciao for now,
Fred of Honour
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