Osakatomebaby

Ah, as usual I have miscommunicated or been otherwise "clear as mud" as Brother Bernadine would have said. For those who looked at the pictures below detailing the recent road trip taken with a one Paul of Ikoma mountain, previously of London, you may have noticed some tongue-in-cheek commentary on Paul smiling. Indeed he does smile, charmingly and often. Only not in pictures. Particularly because I have a rather trying habit of taking them.

Moreover and further disclaimers, it was not he who queried whether such commentary was aspersion. Indeed he chooses not to read this site because he'd rather not know. Smart boy that.

So long story lengthened, edited, retracted, reneged and restated, it was a rather wonderful drive through Japan, mostly because of the company. I feel like I've got some friends here, even if they do all run away and leave me. I'm not really thinking 'bout that.

I haven't even told you about all the other lovely little parties that rounded out the holiday or the smashing evening Marie and I had on Monday to wrap it up (a school night...ah the joy of regret unheeded). So if I don't blog, be glad, I'm sparing you. I'll blog more when I'm feeling morose again.