Halloooo,
We managed to get our impounded car back from the authorities, and were all set to spend a quiet weekend in, but then Gabi set up a lunch on Saturday with some psychology chums who were in town for a conference, and on the way we saw a stray cat almost get run over on a main road, and swerved across four lanes into a mechanics to see if it was OK, but it was so shook up that it bit Gabi and ran away, and now she has to go on an intensive, high-risk course of anti-rabies drugs that apparently might make her heart explode, and we eventually made the lunch bookended by hospital trips, and then spent Sunday refusing to leave the house until the universe forgets about us for a bit.
We also wrapped up the main part of the work on the flat, and this week we have some guys in "revitalising the floors", whatever that means, plus we have to get Gabi's grandpa's table and wardrobe up there somehow, then comes the cupboards-and-countertops part of the operation. Never a dull moment!
In other news, I've made another compilation, and my phrase of the day comes from a follower on Instagram: "falar como letra de médico", or "to speak like doctor's handwriting" (i.e. incomprehensibly).
And that's about it - speak soon!
Man's Best Fred
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