The relentless heat and humidity continued to bear down on us here in Tokyo today. The temperature gradient between our air-conditioned classrooms and the sweltering outside atmosphere must have been approaching 15 degrees, and an unquenchable thirst was a constant throughout the day. In fact it all got a bit too much for some, with one of the girls in my class actually fainting mid-way through a lesson. I am treating the fact that this happened moments before our joint presentation as nothing more than an unhappy coincidence.
Japanese houses are weird. They seem to just spring up will-nilly, and with no thought for the houses that have already been, or are yet to be, built in the surrounding area. It is as if each of the houses are designed by a different architect, who is immediately sent away to a Russian Gulag after the completion of the project, to ensure that there will never be any consistency, just a lingering sense of perfect inhomogeneity. Occasionally some of these houses actually look quite nice, but more often than not they leave much to be desired in terms of aesthetics. Case in point: there is a house near me with a faux stained glass window that is completely covered with metal bars. Now quite why you would go to the financial bother of installing such a feature only to encase it in a superfluous metallic prison is beyond me, I mean for heaven’s sake, metal bars; this is Tokyo we’re talking about, not Tottenham.