The afternoon was spent alternating between the gorgeous sunshine of a Tokyo spring and the equally gorgeous warmth of my Kotatsu. The decision to wear shorts and a vest top meant that whilst outside I was as warm as toast, inside my flat it was a very different matter: my toes quickly turning blue outside of the warmth of my personal cocoon.
Outside in my local park, lovers congregated to whisper sweet nothings and feast on homemade picnics. I pitched up on an empty bench and tried to get on with some reading without feeling like a embittered voyeur. Thankfully I had the pigeons for company, well I did until one of them got a little too close for comfort and mistook my toes for a tasty treat. And so I returned to my flat empty hearted, but in possession of all my unlucky digits; surviving the stomach of a pigeon, only to be subjected to probable frostbite.