I always dreamed of marrying a rugby player - preferably an All Black - and moving overseas where I would be able to play house and develop my handbag and shoe addictions. Excuse me while I vomit.
For the return trip to Japan I was pretty confident about this flying solo business - definitely a little more relaxed - maybe too much so as I nearly missed the flight....
Now I'm not really a bus kind of girl but I was actually quite excited about the prospect of boarding an infamous Greyhound bound for Whistler - I've seen those silver icons in the movies since I was a kiddywink....
As I alluded to in my last blog, I decided to broker with husband the idea of a quick jaunt to Canada. I positioned it as a much needed trip to replenish our fast dwindling deodorant stocks - honestly I'm concerned that you soon may be able to smell us from New Zealand. (See last week's blog for the whiffy details.)...
I've just given in and turned on the air conditioning. The weather widget on my computer informs me that "Osaka feels like 33 degrees today" - 30 degree heat and 70 per cent humidity will do that I guess. I've been trying to hold...
I think I've mentioned Japanese toilets before and the whole heated toilet seat phenomenon. Well the heated seat is actually just the beginning - there is in fact a plethora of options to assist you in your toileting experience....