Hurrah the brown and orange cube is finally behind us and we have moved to yet another of Dave's properties - a little house in Palermo which has just been renovated and is already up for sale. Yes, we could be homeless again within weeks.Our new house is on two levels, and our bedroom is upstairs with a roof terrace.Unfortunately it is so hot now (about 37 degrees) that the room becomes unbearable by the afternoon.Actually it's pretty much unbearable all day round. All the walls are hot to the touch and every time you run the cold water tap it comes out warm for the first minute. Despite the fact we have air-conditioning we are waking up at 7 a.m. every morning with the heat and the light. Luckily we had a tremendous thunderstorm just after we moved in; the sky was alive with lightning and black storm clouds.It certainly cooled the air and the rooms but it also proved a good test of the waterproof capabilities of the house, and they are not good.Water was pouring in, down, around and even up the central drain in the floor of the house.We ran out of containers to catch the leaks the storm was so ferocious. At one point we even called Dave and asked him to send us a lifeboat. He wasn't happy - he's trying to sell the place and can't really do that if it's under 2 feet of water. Unless he can find an argentine mermaid in need of a new slightly soggy home.

Palermo itself is lovely, lots of shops, restaurants, bars and clubs and as it is slightly out of the centre of town it's a little calmer and quieter. Interestingly, Francis Ford Coppola owns a house just one block away that he rents out www.coppolajardinescondido.com of course it's well out of our league; all we can do is press our little noses up against the gate and gaze admiringly and hope some of his film-making skills rub off on us.

Naturally I have lost no opportunity in wandering around identifying shops of potential future interest particularly in the areas of possible bag and/or shoe purchases. I also discovered plenty of restaurants with interesting aromas.As long as there is at least one chicken dish on the menu and they serve Quilmes beer Brian will be happy.In fact Bri is turning into a bit of a quaffer - a chilled beer here, a cheeky little malbec there. The tables have turned. Now he is rarely to be heard protesting when it is suggested that we order just one more bottle - in fact he is normally at this point to be found merrily waving his empty glass in the air and suggesting we make it two. We eat out most nights now and Bri picks up the drinks menu before he has even looked to see what there is to eat, he only consults the food menu now in order to work out which dish will go best with his chosen alcoholic beverage. Should I be worried?

There are some bargains to be had here in Buenos Aires; we ate out the other day at a little café that offered a large pizza and large beer for only 20 pesos (about £3).Brian was so delighted to find such a money-saving meal he magnanimously declared we could go for ice-cream at our favourite ice-cream parlour for dessert. Unfortunately it was so far away we had to take a taxi to get there and another to get back - the journeys alone cost about the same as the pizza and beer. Not sure we have got this money-saving down to a fine art yet.

We were in a café on Sunday having a late brunch and in a corner of the room the television was turned to the Cronica channel, which is mostly cameramen out and about filming whatever is happening on the streets - car accidents, protests, cats stuck up trees etc. However in the summer months the potential for on-screen disaster is limited as everyone is at the beach, so the cameramen decamp to Mar del Plata, the Benidorm of Buenos Aires, where they seem tospend the day filming young female flesh in skimpy swimwear. In fact the entire programme consists of lingering shots of bikini-clad women slapping on sunscreen, shaking out towels or untying their bikini straps in order for the sunscreen to reach more crucial areas.It was getting far more interest than even the football.

Brian's forward planning in the packing department has let him down again; for some reason he has packed three pairs of nail clippers, 25 t-shirts but only 8 pairs of underwear. He says he doesn't know why. There seems to be an awful lot of things Brian doesn't know.His appetite for curiosity seems to have been dimmed by his many years of working in computers.