“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.

I' m leaning on a lamp post

It is a box full of food. Kit Kats, Pot noodles, biscuits, and loads of Japanese stuff which I do not understand. I finally asked someone what it was for. “It is for all of us if you are hungry. Help yourself – just put 100 yen in the hole.”

Spot the hole

It is taken  for granted that no one will steal. Trust in the nobility of the individual is a good foundation.

Kinjo san!

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