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I just had some toast, too! Mine was Jason's White Sourdough, Receipe No1 The Great White. One of those loaves where I have to cut the slices in half to fit them in my toaster.
I rather got into something I was working on and forgot to stop until HWMBO messaged me to say hello. I still faffed for a further 15 minutes, "making things tidy for the morning" before finally logging off around 9pm.
I have found something to eat and done my Portuguese homework ready for tomorrow's class. I know I'll forget it all so I wrote down things in ways that remind of the pronunciation so I don't look a total idiot. Out of six people in the class, three are European (French, Spanish, Bulgarian) another has a Portuguese parent/grandparent and then there's two typical language illiterate Brits, of which I am one.
The decor of the house of the boss's family in this exhibits even worse taste than that of The Sopranos so, spotting something about "casa Savastano" in the credits, I turned to Google Translate's magic thing where you use the camera on your phone and it superimposes the translation over reality. This revealed that the house is a real property that was seized by the Italian government's office of seizing stuff from gangsters. I felt a degree of sympathy for the interior designers who were selected to do the work and couldn't dare tell the owners how execrably bad their ideas were, no matter how tactfully, but had to just do it as asked and then suffer the indignity of having to put it in their portfolio and pretend they were proud of it
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