Owing to the fact that I was unsuccessful in my application for JSPS funding I shall be returning to the UK at the end of March. In light of the positive comments we received regarding our funding application I shall be applying again in May, for a September start, but in the meantime I thought it best to return to the land of central heating and readable small print. At any rate, the prospect of paying nigh on £600 a month for 19 squared metres of ‘living space’ was something I felt I could do without. As such, this morning I paid a visit to my estate agent, in order to inform them of my intentions to move out of my apartment at the end of March. I had been expecting an extremely complicated transaction, but I was in and out within half an hour, understood 90% of what was going on, and managed to get my point across reasonably well. In fact the only mistake I think I made was when I tried to ask for the deposit (nyuukin) to be repaid to Daiwa rather than to me personally. The blank face of the estate agent indicated that I had obviously made some kind of error, and after consulting with my dictionary it turned out that I had actually given instructions on how to pay my ‘fee’ (ryoukin). Thankfully though I rectified my mistake, thereby avoiding having to explain why I thought I deserved payment for asking to move out of my apartment.
I had a very bizarre conversation with the director and some of the theatre staff this afternoon. It began when I was offered a cheese and bacon croissant, causing me to comment on how sweet Japanese bread was. Somehow this lead into a chat about black puddings and other tasty food that was bad for you, before a bizarre twist saw me being accused of being a ‘playa’. I’m not entirely sure of the link between yeast, pig’s blood, and being overly promiscuous, but I shall certainly be more careful the next time I am offered bread in a public place.