29.07.25 - Comer gato por lebre

Halloooo,

Hope all well. 

We've been toiling away as per, but managed to get out a bit at the weekend - to the baptism of one of Gaby's friends kids, and to her cousin's kids birthday party on Saturday, which involved a guy in full Iron Man costume running round a burger joint to the tune of "Back in Black" (the birthday party, not the baptism). Spiderman was there too.

We've also been dashing in and out of hardware stores to pick up the required material for the work at the flat, and Sherlock Comms had its annual "July party" with fancy dress and bingo on Thursday night, which was mildly amusing. 

In other news I've made a compilation, as is my wont, and my phrase of the day  - "comer gato por lebre", or "to eat cat for hare" - is to be ripped off by unscrupulous merchants, basically (like the medieval scoundrels of yore who would pass off cat meat for rabbit, I presume). 

And that's all for now - speak soon!

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