Author Archives: mawface
Nae regrets.
Kaz slunk out after dinner to the pachinko parlour in our front garden (yes we live in the car park of a gambling den) to read some manga and smoke. He didn’t even gamble, he just read the comics and … Continue reading
Postie Postie
I love getting things in the post. Love it. Especially when it’s my new laptop charger and I am officially back to using my own wee white iBook again! I mean, obviously I’m incredibly grateful to Kaz for letting me … Continue reading
If my Nihongo was better
If my Nihongo (Japanese) was better, I wonder if I would have made more friends here already? Would the ability to talk to the auld toothless wummin in the supermarket who witter on relentlessly to, and about Anna make my … Continue reading
Rookie mistake.
Summery Sunburnt Saturday, and a stream of consciousness. Continue reading
My fella is so sooper dooper.
He has been a crackin’ wife today. I love him very much for all the help he gives me. xXx
What’s Bo-bo?
Can anyone tell us? We’re at a bit of a loss you see. Anna is uttering it repeatedly and short of finding the dictionary for a 1.5year old (has anyone ever in their life, described their child as 1.5 years … Continue reading
Agatha, Bagatha and Tabbatha. 