My dad having recently visited Gabi and I in Brazil left a gift. A can of Fois Gras to be specific. A delicacy I love. It brought back some fond memories of times before becoming a bootrapping entrepreneur that more commonly reaches for a can of tuna.
It reminds me of suit wearing days where the weeks preoccupation was surviving work and looking what new highly rated restaurant or wine bar London had on offer. I would spend lots of time searching on TimeOut London after lunch using a privacy screen so nosey colleagues and bosses wouldn’t know. I do love food and wine and it is strange I forgot about that. Now weekends seem to sneak up on me and without exception it upsets me that the week is over. It actually annoys me that my nice weeks work routine is disrupted and I have to plan the weekend. Priorities simply changed but this great Fois Gras from Hungary and glass of Chilean wine is transcending me in blissful reflectiveness whilst I look out the windows of Gabi’s 22nd floor flat at the city and bay of Porto Alegre.