Today I have... Thread.

So there's a set of wooden stairs on the side of the front lawn. These stairs have been well... useless due to disrepair for a long time now. And since I won't be here much longer anyway I just let them go. After all, I'm no carpenter. I use the cement stairs at the front. Well I just went to put out some trash because it's gonna rain all day tomorrow and I might as well do it now. I noticed the stairs look funny. So I go to check on them. And someone has partially repaired my broken stairs.:O

Who did this and why? I am baffled.
 
I realized today that my wife knows me too well. We're walking around a supermarket when we pass a mother and her son (I think). The mother is maybe, early twenties and the son is of an age where you just know he's the result of a rebellious teenage fling, an overly permissive childhood or a combination of both. So the mother has the nastiest, matted gross dreadlocks you've ever seen. I've been friends with a girl with dreads, hell I've fallen asleep on the couch using them as a really itchy pillow and well looked after dreads are fine. These were not. They looked like something you could rub on a driveshaft to silence a squeak. This in an of itself is almost par for the course for the town we were in but the child was sporting them too, and not even the sort of proto dreads that don't look great, they were matted, nasty "Mum never washes her hair so i don't either aren't I cool" things. They stank. We pass them by and before I even have a chance to turn to her my wife grabs my arm and hisses through her teeth: "I know, save it for the car!"
 
Today, I finished recovering from a fucking long flight, and went for a wander around the shopping areas of Fukuoka. Didn't buy very much, since I don't want to load myself up with stuff this early in my trip, but I did have a delicious bowl of Hakata ramen.
12 years since I was last here, and I can still find my way around (with a little difficulty).
 
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