Shhh....

...working.....

NOT.

Hiding upstairs and drinking wine, next I'm gonna watch old Friends episodes with the headphones on....

...and my work shoes are here, under the computer table. Not left in the entrance hall, as evidence of my guilt.

Bad? Yes. That's me.

Dear Son is out at a bike taxi driver end-of-season piss up and I could be having dinner with Okaasan.
But I don't want to. I had a good day of work, Japanese lesson and study, exercise etc....and now I just want to be selfish and relax.
Hence hiding.....

Next week he will go to Tokyo for more piss-up and I will have to have dinner with Okaasan on 3 nights....but tonight I really, really don't want to. I had a huge lunch with a friend (so actual food isn't an issue), and I told Okaasan a big fat lie: "sorry, I have to go out again...I have a 7 pm class....would you like dinner now a little early, or shall I put it ready for you in the flasks?"


She chose"now", so I served it up and made "off to work" noises...and crept back upstairs (trying to remember which is the squeaky step)......

Sooooooooooooooooo glad we moved into a house where we live upstairs and she is downstairs. And that she doesn't climb stairs!

But Okaasan's walking is better and better. She's been out in the local area, to her favorite convenience store for a coffee and magazine read and come home 3 or 4 times now. Proudly wearing the coat and cardigan that is worth my monthly salary. Buying her own snacks and magazines (same magazine twice)....but back on track.

Snow is forecast for next week, so it is very important that Okaasan is strong enough to go walking and come home again.
All is good.

I LIKE "working" with a glass of wine to hand....now, Jennifer and the gang...where are you...