off to the conbini to buy some onigiri for the trek, and then to bed for a good night’s kip. Grandmotherly? Moi? That’ll be the Miss Marple goal taking effect. Discussed underwear with D last week for some reason; he said that in Japan they call briefs (I wear classy briefs might I add, in shocking pink with orange trim, or peach and lacy with bows) “grandmother pants”. I asked him if that included even my delicious ones, and he said yes! Well, I imagine I’ll be grateful for my grandma pants tomorrow on the cycle path. Imagine cycling 84k wearing a g-string. You’d be red raw.

Night all!