Thirty-one: Drink

I taught a class at a local juku (cram school) this evening, and I was leaving the head teacher gave me these. Red Bull is forever tied in my mind to the school summer holiday I spent getting blisters working at a factory called Blisters (really). Working (and singing Blink 182 songs, which is kind of embarrassing to remember) alongside one of my very very best friends, my job was to use a small wooden stick to assemble (‘dib’) the cardboard packaging for four-packs of the drink. Whenever a package came undone, sending the cans rolling onto the floor, the foreman would shout “someone’s dobbing not dibbing!” and we would giggle. I hated that job more than any other I’ve done, but that memory is more than worth it (even the Blink 182 bit).


*Edited to add: I kind of hate Red Bull.



Thirty: Plum

Plum blossom is one of my very favourite things, and if the Spring-like weather of the last few days continue (no coat/gloves/hat! No freezing in the park while the toddler plays!) it won’t be long until this tree  fully blooms.



Twenty-seven: Sunday Breakfast

Carrot, kabu, chard (so excited to find this in Japan) and tofu miso soup, and rice.



Twenty-two: Miinya

We watch “Okaasan to issho” (‘with Mother’) on NHK most afternoons. The toddler’s favourite is Poko Potato, and she is especially fond of the cat,  Miinya.