Halloooo,
Hope all well witchu. In the amorphous post-Christmas haze I seem to have forgotten what day it is, hence the lateness of this week's email.
The festive period was fine, in that we had the in-laws and all the grandparents over for more than 24 hours and no one fell out with each other. We were then swallowed by a tropical storm while driving Zila back to São Paulo, and our brakes began to give out on the way back, prompting an emergency stop at the local garage.
The best bit of the holidays so far has been the last two days of absolute inertia, where the most taxing item on my agenda has been retro-fitting Gaby's old iPhone for myself. May it last until we have to go back to work on Monday...
No compilation to speak of this week, other than this out-of-date Christmas one, but I do have a rather cool new phrase which translates as "a hesitating alligator becomes a lady's purse" - basically, "you snooze, you lose".
Speak soon!
Once in Royal David's City, stood a lowly cattle Fred
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