Monthly Archives: September 2011

“The best portion of a good man’s life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love”

That’s what Wordsworth thought anyway. At work, beside the water thing, there is a plastic box. It has taken me all this time to work out what it is. It is a box full of food. Kit Kats, Pot noodles, … Continue reading

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It’s guaranteed to anaesthetise.

My very learned brother is a prize winning writer! Hooray I can bask in reflected glory and bore people at parties by dropping names. His book won the British Medical Association’s “Best Anaesthesia book of 2011”.    The judges wrote this: … Continue reading

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Do you like Poisonous Mushrooms?

Youngest son Ben as a very small child would sneak into our bed very early in the morning, put his lips very close to my ear to whisper,”Do you like poisonous mushrooms?” Mushrooms on Okinawa are ludicrously cheap, $1 for … Continue reading

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Watering Can

In my dotage I often find strange prompts  remind me of my childhood. Vidi Proust Madeleine. The most recent  was a watering can. I had the choice of buying a much cheaper plastic version but I simply could not resist … Continue reading

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Treat Your Aged Well

Last week was the Festival for the Old Folks in Japan. We all got a day off. Today I was asked to represent the University at thean event to honor the old folks of Tancha, the village in which the … Continue reading

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Coffee Cream

So some people like to eat chocolate and chocolates. I no longer have this urge but since my arrival on Okinawa another substance now plays the same role for me as chocolate plays for others. SPAM. I wrote about the … Continue reading

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Full Service

In California, some of the Gas Stations posted the intriguing sign “Full Service,”  a proposition that seemed more suited to a massage parlour than a garage. What it means is that someone else pumps the gas for you and for … Continue reading

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