Tuesday, September 29, 2026

29.09.26 - Urubu na guerra não come carne porque não tem garfo

Halloooo,

Hope all well. 

We've entered a sort of flow state, parenting-wise - a ruthlessly efficient feeding and clothes-washing and rocking-to-sleep machine, which sometimes even manages to carve out little side-quests like "going to the park", and "going to the office for the day". Amelie is a joy, and we can't wait for you to meet her!

I have also made a new compilation, and my phrase of the day - which translates literally as "a vulture doesn't eat meat in wartime because it doesn't have a fork" - is basically a wordier way of saying "excuses, excuses".

And that's about it for now - speak soon!
Fred, Shoulders, Knees & Toes

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