A whole pig (butchered) that we killed a couple of weeks back, quarter of a cow, a leg of lamb, about 20kg of pequi and a few bags of cashew apples.
A couple of chickens to be added this weekend.
I bought one here about two years ago for around the same price but a one off fee. I've had two before that lost service after around a year but this one is still going.
I also subscribe to Disney Premium for around £8 a month, which shows all Premier League games, as insurance incase ESPN...
I have two friends here in their late 20's/ early 30's who have never been outside of Brazil and English wasn't taught in their schools.
We converse and whatsapp all the time in English because a) my Portuguese is poor and b) because they like the opportunity to talk English.
They learnt English...
We have a plague of them here, especially food delivery boys. Mainly because even clapped out second hand cars cost around 18 months of minimum wage.
Skinny young men hunched over the handle bars, weaving in and out of traffic dangerously, leaving chaos in their wake, and revving the arse out...
All they need to do is leave a speedy player on the wing, as we don't seem to worry about those, and watch him go one on one with Verbruggen or put one in the top corner.
I don't get this thing where we are happy to let the opposition just leave unmarked players on the wing for an easy quick break for them. Defenders don't even need to look, they just know to hit it out to the wing and the attack is on.
All teams seem to do it against us now and it causes us...
Apart from the Forest disaster obviously, the defence has been fine for the mid part of the season. Rashford's and the second goal was back to the Keystone Kops performances of early season by the defence.
Stood up quickly once after leaving a kitchen wall cupboard door open.
Collapsed in a heap on the floor with blood gushing out the top of my head.
Not a serious thing for sure but felt nauseous for a few days and eventually went to the doctor who diagnosed a mild concussion.
I moved to Ireland at 52 to look after my sick father.
I gave up a very well paid job as the accountant at a famous gentlemens club in the St James area of London.
Trying to get a new job there was virtually impossible, most applications were just ignored without any kind of response.
I ended up...