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So this week we're really trying with our language skills. As i type the boys are in the kitchen doing homework. Jacob had fallen behind with his studies and had decided in his infinite wisdom that this new life sucked. I suppose i can't blame him, but we really wanted to stay as a family and not have the youngest member desert the ship before we'd given it a good go. He had decided that he was UK bound and nothing was going to stop him. Now after 5 hours of language study with the dude - smiles all round - and they can actually say - falo um poco Português! - Hooray.
We had a visit from the topographer at the weekend who mapped out our backyard so we can start the extension. This is the really exciting part for us - Grand Designs eat your heart out. Maybe not, but having a home built specifically for our needs is beyond our wildest dreams. Once again the plans for our eco pool has reared its head. I can't wait for next summer, I have this fantasy of floating in the pool on my lilo, cocktail in hand, not a care in the world. I think this could work if i started my new lottery campaign pronto. Someone has to win it after all!
At the weekend the boys got their new bikes. They're from a French company called Quër and the model is Mission. So as you can imagine they are now both riding their white queer missions, one is bigger than the other, but the joke still stands and gets raucous laughs each time we mention a bike ride! Shame. Even the bike shop owner, Victor, cracked a smirk with Dave and Jacob prancing round the store impatiently waiting for their queers to be put together. Sort of reminds me of a Benny Hill sketch.
We have a massive fig tree in our garden, taking up a large amount of space and overhanging into our elderly neighbour's property too. So Dave decided to give it the 'prune' of its life. After a few hours of hard graft, he retired to the shade for a well earned beer. Suddenly we heard Elisia - the neighbour - shouting at the door! She promptly escorted Dave down our garden and talked loudly at Dave for about 20 minutes. Now the only reason we could think of why she was doing this was because we'd cut her tree down. Dave beckoned me over and I thought i would have a go at trying to decipher her upset. To no avail, 30 minutes later I returned home, confused, really worried and slightly upset that i couldn't help. 'Oh well' i thought, 'the tree's a gonna, maybe we should buy her another.' So, once again Dave runs off to the friendly bar owner around the corner for her linguistic skills. She obliges only to report that the neighbour is really pleased with what he's done and wants us to continue with the rest of the overhangs!! Phew! We were both under the impression that we'd done wrong, but she was just wanting to congratulate us for allowing more light into her property! The Portuguese sound vexed when really life's sweet. Something to get used to i suppose.
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