Casa Powys is nearly complete, with the recent addition of somewhere to sit, and a second (and hopefully final) cat, Bolo, who is tiny and ginger and possibly evil incarnate. He's already bullying Diva, who's twice his size, is gleefully clawing my knees as we speak, and chases his rope around the house with the steely-eyed determination of Yul Brenner in Westworld, but I'm sure there's a heart somewhere beneath his megalomaniac demeanour. Plus he's only about three months old, so probably doesn't realise the chaos and despair he's wreaking.
(Fred's Portuguese parenthèse du jour: "you're getting on my nerves" is "você me pega o pé", or "you're grabbing my foot" - Bolo often does so literally and figuratively.)
Otherwise we've been brushing up the flat and are just about ready to have people over; went for fondue at a friend of a friend's and made plans to JAM with a fellow guitarist; watched "Inside Out" at the cinema, which is pretty great (incidentally, I assume you've all seen this?: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09nTwccQTUA ); and had a gruelling two-hour kickabout with Ridaut and co. on Thursday night, culminating unexpectedly in a man-of-the-match performance by me in goal (I was too tired to flinch from incoming shots by that point, so ended up saving a few instead).
Last but not least - I make you compilation! Under my alter-ego, DJ Cowpig (inspired by some intriguing packaging I saw while shopping for meat the other day), and featuring all the songs the cool kids are listening to nowadays: https://play.spotify.com/user/freddypowys/playlist/6YYwyyMHrLiqrtuwMMjmFP
Hope the Camino is going well and you're near spiritual enlightenment, or at least drinking water; and that the move to the Côte is coming along nicely. We speak tomorrow, yes? Yes.
Lots of like,
Fred
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