Tally-ho, pip pip and Bernard's your uncle,
Hope all well over there, in the midst of the birthday season. Over here we've been furiously redecorating, as you know - drafting Gaby's uncle in to put in yet more spotlights, getting the balcony windows up, installing storage cupboards and taking delivery of a new sofa to boot. Valente is exhausted from having to inspect all the new people and objects entering the house, for our security.
I've also been jammin' with the band ahead of our inaugural gig on Saturday, and hanging out with Doug (Ridaut's American Airlines pal) who was in town for some kind of freight conference and joined us for a fancy Speranza pizza and football/beer the next evening. We also ventures east on Saturday night for Bruna's birthday party, which featured plentiful cake.I've thrown together a compilation, and the phrase of the week - "to spread the mop around" - is a euphemism for when people of loose morals and disposition end up pursuing anything with a pulse. I thought it was quite a vivid turn of phrase...
And on that note, speak soon!
Frodd Future
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