This is starting to sound extremely camp.
I got invited out t'other saturday night by some friends ( it does happen....)
to a recently expanded bar/ rezzy in Saquarema right by the bridge over the waterway between the Ocean and the lagoons....an idyllic spot.
Some friends of some of the friends were playing in the open there that night.
They were hot, but the night was not.
It pissed down so we retreated inside, where I got talking to Sonia, wife of Jean the guitarist/vocalist, and later to Jean his-self. Really nice people. They invited me to jam with them, and drunk as I was, I accepted.
Next day when I'd sobered up I shit myself.
We shall see what happens. Hopefully I'll have some kind o finger related accident in the meantime.
Might be best for all concerned.
Here you can see Lao dealing with the results of two weeks of me tending the pool on my own. He's actually hoovering. I thought it sounded a bit dangerous, but he assures me it's dddzzzzzzzzzzt what was that?
Filho hoovering the grass for some reason....I thought it sounded a bit dangerous, but he assures me it's dddzzzzzzzzzzt what was that?
Sonia tinkering with the electronic equipment in the wardrobe.....I thought it sounded a bit dangerous, but she assures me it's dddzzzzzzzzzzt what was that?
Just can't seem to keep the staff these days.
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