Hope all well with you, and good to see all your lovely... photos! Over here, the Cold War between us law-abiding, God-fearing folk and the debased, dog-neglecting Commies across the road escalated over the weekend, after the endless barking prompted a call to the police and a trip to the station in the middle of the night - I doubt it'll do much good, but at least now it's in the system and hopefully the squad car parked outside their house has given them pause. We'll probably just move ASAP, as long as our landlord plays ball.
Meanwhile we've been out shopping for guitars, although the unexpectedly high prices led me to persuade a passing luthier to just fix my current one, which should hopefully be done this week. The journey also included a wander round the Praça Benedito Calixto flea market, and excursions to sample caipirinha risotto and chocolate orange ice cream (big fan of both).
In other news I have charted far-flung lands and picked weevils out of biscuits to bring you this compilation... My phrase of the week is the Portuguese equivalent of "between a rock and a hard place", and apparently dates back to the time of the Spanish Inquisition, when infidels could choose between converting to the cross, or to the sword (there is NO third thing, is that clear?!).
Speak soon, innit,
Fred the Needle
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