Happy Birthday Mel XXX.
We didn’t finish the floor; but we worked very hard and there’s not much left to do now – as it’s on a slope and we’re having to dig more and more away as we work our way across the floor.
Living room
Gary came and invited us to go for a drink when we’d finished work; we said ok but we didn’t want to go to the Policeman’s son’s cafe as there’s a bad atmosphere there. So we went to one in the middle of the village; a lovely lady came up and spoke to Gary (she knew him and all about his problems). She was quite animated in her denial that his troubles could have anything to do with locals; from what we understood she was saying that crime doesn’t happen in Pedrogao. She really latched on to Brett; she was talking to him, touching him and gesticulating – Brett sat there saying “Sim, sim” but we could only catch a little of what she was saying (we really want to start Portuguese classes).
I picked 24 oranges and squeezed a litre of juice for tomorrow – we’re so lucky!!!
Tomorrow Mark and Glen want Brett’s help with their joists again – which means I have a day off!!!
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