As Nick needed to prepare for his trip to London we stayed close to home. I spent another morning floundering at Japanese class. I'm rapidly losing the desire to carry on as it seems an insurmountable task sometimes. I think my disillusion is partly because the others in the class are better and more confident than me.
After lunch, while Nick packed I took Emily to the local playground where she managed to get extremely dirty. I must learn not to get cross if she is mucky because it doesn't do any harm and it's perfectly natural to play that way. It didn't help that some older girls were working intently on making mud balls and she naturally wanted to copy them. At least now autumn is coming there will be more dark-coloured trousers in the shops!
Despite Nick's Sunday morning departure looming, we went ahead with our plan to go out for the evening, having booked Erna to babysit a while back. I had made a reservation at an Ethiopian restaurant, prompted by my acquaintance with Victoria, whose husband is from Addis Ababa. It was hard to find and the taxi cost a lot both ways. The meal was pleasant and parts seemed pretty authentic, with injera (a bread made from fermented teff grain that looks like grey underlay! Nicer than it sounds), spicy lentil dishes and a wot (stew). The other food was less authentic but very tasty. The owner was very friendly and interested to hear that we had been there.
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