Sunday

My finished 'Picasso-esque' portrait, and the paper cut-out design it's painted from... This will be what the boys will do tomorrow.

Eva and I have bonded through the internationally understood language of women – shoe shopping! I have a lovely pair of boots (disappointingly, I just realised made in Malaysia, and I think they are plastic! Doh!).

This morning I spoke to Bob, went to the supermarket (it’s a home from home), and finished painting my example Picasso-esque portrait. Ate Campell’s Chile Poblama soup, then went with Eva to the nearby Italian Coffee Company for free wi-fi. Shame on all of you who might read this for not sending me emails. I am on my tod, you know!

Then we walked to Plaza Dorada, a 70s shopping mall, very suburban with lots of shoe shops full of unstylish shoes for old ladies and slutty platforms (except my Malaysian boots of course), and there’s a cinema. Walked back through a park full of BMXers, and a massive Stalin-esque statue of someone (very unlikely to be Stalin). Not much to report.

Watched The Devil Wears Prada in Spanish and didn't understand much of it, and La Academia which is kind of like The X Factor, except 2 contestants battle/sing it out head to head and the hosts nearly always make one of them cry, by showing them video of thier folks or surprising them with their girlfriend, just seconds before they have to perform. All the backing dancers are as scantily clad and about as graceful as Pans People.