Here is the a picture of what I have at one time eaten in Japan but featuring the most delicious pineapple in the right hand corner. Yummmm. I noticed that I have started doing the Jap thing of using five million plates for the one meal. One plate for each food group or something. I like it. It is like having my own personal banquet every night. If only I could get someone else to cook it for me too...
Last night walking around aimlessly I noticed that the Namba home centre on the main drag leaves its stock out all night. They have all these pot plants and gardening stuff out the front and at night they just put a single chain strung on poles up in front of it all and that seems to be security enough for their tomato seedlings. What a wonderful place, where simply the faintest act of defining one's property is enough to fend off opportunistic passerbys. It turns out the psychological lock works both ways in Japan. I should tell those Jehovah's Witnesses who came to my door once about this place. They noticed my dad's bike chained up and decided to segue into their spiel about god by remarking that it would be lovely to live in a place where you didn't have to lock up your valuables. Well here it is!! The promised land where locks and chains are unnecessary. Spread the word people.
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