Going cross-eyed

Running around like one of those flies with a blue backside today (how's that for a polite way of putting it)? It was the third and last time our maid's aunt came to help out, while Hurricane Maria is up north revisiting the place of her birth and hopefully catching up with all the things she misses down here in the south-east. However, poor Carminha was left pretty much to her own devices to try to make head or tail of how things work in this crazy household, as we had a couple of doctor's visits lined up, plus a Skype call to the lawyer in the uk who's drawing up our wills. Luckily, I had already pretty much cleared away all the evidence of last night's dinner party and washed up all the dishes - OK, maybe the dishwasher took care of most of that. Anyway, Carminha managed to conjure up some lunch and generally do a bit of cleaning and tidying.

Choir in the evening, so I grabbed a photo of our choirmaster (the one with the beard) and the three young monitors who sing along with their elderly charges, respectively with the altos (that's our crazy girl, Cécé, making faces), the sopranos and the men (not enough of them to have tenors, baritones and basses).