It was a lovely sunny day today, and I was at Seaside School.
Being the second-to-last week of school, theyve already had their end of year tests, so school finished at midday.
In the staffroom sits a pot of something, perched on top of the kerosene heater, bubbling and festering away.
I made the mistake of lifting the lid, and what do I see inside? Not something yummy, like vegetable soup, but a thick, clumpy purple mass that reminded me of diseased porridge.
Asking the other staff what, precisely, this abomination was, and did it intend to develop a rudimentary intelligence by the end of the day, I was informed that, no, this was lunch, and would I like to try some?
"Er, sure," I ventured, gamely. "What is it?"
They informed me that it was a delicious, sweet soup made from the same beans they make anko from - anko being that icky red paste that goes into many unexpected locations, like obanyaki, bread rolls, and icecream. Oh, great. I cant fathom eating these things at the best of times, least of all when I believe I can see the occasional tentacle reaching out for help from within its depths.
Thankfully, there was a big staff meeting from 1:00 til 3:00 and my supervisor, the little rodent of a man, suggested I could go home early...
Going home early is good in of itself, but this also meant I
So I head home early, which is nice, because its a lovely sunny day (ok, at about 9 degrees, but things have been worse). I decide to take advantage of this supremely good weather, and run a load of washing through and hang it outside to dry in the sun.
So in go my sheets, towels, all the bulky things that just dont fit inside my apartment to dry.
Once the machine goes on, however, the clouds start to roll in.
It begins to drizzle.
By the time the machine has finished its 60 minute wash cycle, the rain outside is bucketing down, and I abandon all hope of being able to hang my washing outside.
Right now, its dangling from rails across my hallway.
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