Salon

Tommy in action again. Little Agu has a very trendy new cut, and Ben a classic one. Something wrong with all this though. Why wasn't I being pampered?

Later we went to Fiona's and had a British sausage specially imported by Chris, and then butterfly cakes were made, but they were too impatient to wait for the icing and butterflies to be cut. Preparations are underway for next Friday (you'll see...)

Then we drove to Marratxi and a bit of the consumer doom area. There was a stage full of hip hopping youths, (quite impressive actually), Game had to be visited (twice) and a fabulously lively cafe kept us going. They were playing this song by the Brazilian Michel Telo very loudly. Everyone seems to be going mad for it. The volume was turned up, everyone laughed and the lively staff danced! I love this country, even if I'm not mad about the song.

The cat is relieved to see us back. Homework for me tomorrow for a little while and then some more fun needs to be had. And Agu needs to show off his haircut. Where's the gel?