Today I nipped into Shibuya to pick up a few items, and rather unsurprisingly it was rammed. As I was passing ‘Loft’ (an upmarket department store, probably on a par with ‘Rackhams’) I noticed that there was a queue of people forming, and so I thought that it would be a good idea to join it. People seemed to be handing over money and then participating in a lucky dip; unsure of the required amount I handed over ¥1000, smiled, and asked for one ticket. I was surprised to see that I got ¥700 change back, but not as surprised as the girl was when she realised that I was unable to open the raffle ticket without mangling it! Eventually it transpired that I had won some type of ‘Cat purse’, and I was soon on my merry way, still not entirely sure what had just happened.
In the evening I went for a run, and was going to head to the Sento for a soak, but sadly it was closed. This was probably for the best, as I figure that by next week they will have completely forgotten about the towel borrowing and vigorous washing incidents. As a nice bonus I discovered that the reason why my shower was colder than ice was because I had knocked one of the switches to ‘small flame’. Not being able to face the explanation of a gas explosion to the authorities, I resisted the temptation of cranking this up to ‘large’, and instead settled on medium. Almost instantaneously I was rewarded with scolding water and a sound from the boiler which was reminiscent of Battleship Potemkin; still there was no green flame to speak of so I was reasonably confident that my apartment block would still be standing come morning.