Today’s yoga class began with some chanting by the Sensei, and having thought that we were being asked to join in, I filled up my lungs and gave it my best shot. She had of course said nothing of the sort, and so I was left in the rather delicate situation of trying to disguise my ‘chant’ as a cough. This seemed to work, but for the rest of the lesson the Sensei kept on stressing the importance of not over-exerting oneself to a state of unease. I’m pretty sure that she was talking to me, but I had decided that keeping my own council was the best way of ensuring that none of the other students feel themselves being over-exerted to a state of unease.
This evening Akira and I went for Okonomiyaki in Shomokitazawa. As is always the case with Akira I had a great night, and managed the whole evening using only Japanese. It did wonders for my rapidly depleting confidence, even if there were at least a couple of occasions when I am sure that Akira was just pretending that I was speaking coherently. The highlight of the evening was when Akira attempted to cook something on the hotplate, only to spill the ingredients everywhere, creating a mini fire-hazard, which resulted in the head chef coming to our rescue. I was just amazed that for once I was blameless; although my shrieks of laughter were not probably not very much appreciated.