First thing after breakfast we had to bundle Emily off to the hospital for her MMR jabs. In Japan they only offer measles and rubella, so we had had to request the mumps separately. It was all over quickly enough, and though Emily cried, it seemed to have been triggered by dropping her teddy bear as much as by the needles. I left Nick to finish up there and rushed off to my Japanese class. As usual, I was embarrassed to speak out loud at first but warmed to it by the end of the two hours. It is the particles (in, at, to, of etc) that throw me when under pressure. Our tutor was a very overweight young woman who was wearing a zebra-print dress that skimmed her ample thighs and displayed her large bosom to full advantage. Nick suggested that she might betrying to ensnare a rich foreigner.
After lunch we took Emily to Shibaura jidokan to play for an hour or so. She didn't seem to be suffering from any ill effects and played happily. They have some home-made skirts for the kids to dress up in, and Nick put one on Emily.
Our evening was swallowed up by trying to navigate our way through a Japanese taxes questionnaire from the accountants that was supposed to make Nick's return easier but seemed hideously complicated to me. Their form was designed for an expat with many benefits, not a local like him. I resented our precious spare time being taken up with so much irrelevant mumbo-jumbo.
Our evening was swallowed up by trying to navigate our way through a Japanese taxes questionnaire from the accountants that was supposed to make Nick's return easier but seemed hideously complicated to me. Their form was designed for an expat with many benefits, not a local like him. I resented our precious spare time being taken up with so much irrelevant mumbo-jumbo.
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