Everything ends in pizza

HH and our handyman spent most of the day connecting a light in the corner of the sitting room to the central switch. He’s had a bee in his bonnet about it for months and the two of them have already spent hours on it. Still, this time they finally got it to work. Better to forget the cost in man hours and cash J
 
Great that, contrary to expectations, HH was able to take part in a choir meet. We reckon our choir did pretty well, and were then blown away by a semi-professional women’s group from Niteroi, across the Guanabara Bay. They raised the house with some wonderful singing and lively movement. There’s a saying in Brazil that everything ends in pizza (usually meaning that investigations of corruption etc don’t get anywhere). Not in this case, but those of us who hadn’t scooted off home right after the performance went for a most enjoyable pizza (extra photo). ).
 
So good to have HH back on track.