On the event of anything in Japan, kind folks send wonderful orchid displays. These hang around until the blooms fall off and then they are junked. This has appeared too cruel to me. It makes me think of Black Beauty. I have, over the last couple of years, rescued such bin-destined orchids, and taken them back to my hidden garden. There, they have a choice. Should I stay or should I go? A lot get over the disdain of their youth and come back to flower.
Golden Week, the ultimate demonstration of Japanese civilization, is upcoming. I look in the fridge but alas there is no lamb.
I immediately order a half lamb carcass from:
The lamb is delivered at 8:00 pm to my house. Those of you who do not live in Japan, please understand that your lives could be better.
Oh my! I have a fridge full of lamb, a frisky sailing boat and 10 days holiday. Has Earth anything to show more fair?
Dull would he be of soul…
John Birch, or was it Taffy Lewis, has a lot to answer for.
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