Apparently I pass through a 5 dan verb (godandoushi) on my way to school, and not a pelican crossing (oudanhoudo); although to be fair sometimes when attempting to conjugate I do feel like I’m playing in traffic. This mistake was pretty much on a par with one of the other students in my class, who today claimed that his camera weighed more than one of our fellow classmates. At least I don’t think that he meant to say that on purpose.
With less than a week to go before the opening night of ‘Picasso’ things are starting to look really good, so good in fact that I treated myself to a feast at my new favourite restaurant. The kind of feast that looked as though it had been made by someone who had never actually seen meat before, but had decided to have a go anyway. An upside of my recent adventures in ‘meat’ is that I am slowly starting to develop a cast iron stomach, and after tonight’s meal that could only be a good thing.