No room to swing a cat
I didn’t drag myself out of bed until late today. Last night, Tomono surprised me by taking me for a late night picnic next to a local river. We had a lovely evening, chatting and tucking into lots of tasty dishes. After that we popped into a bar, where one of her friend works, on our way home. We ended up staying for a few drinks and so didn’t get back home until after midnight.
The weather is rainy today, which is a relief as the past couple of days have been scorching. On Friday the temperature went back up to about 35C and the humidity was almost unbearable.
Your garden sounds wonderful. You described it so well, I could imagine it perfectly. Unfortunately, our flat only has a small balcony. There’s no room to swing a cat, let alone have a garden. One thing I really miss about the UK is lush, soft, green grass. There is only one park I know of in Osaka where there is nice grass, but you have to pay to enter.
Your son must’ve been exhausted after rooting the trees out in your garden. I guess you would need to work in an ardour to do such a physically demanding task. Have the blisters on the palm of his hand heeled yet?
Personally, I think offering a little extra pocket money to your son for helping out around the house is fine. My dad did the same when I was younger. I think it helped to teach me the value of money.
I hope you are having a great time with your daughter. If only I could have a slice of that cake you baked for her. Sounds absolutely scrumptious…
Useful English from today’s post:
(to) drag yourself out of bed
(to) tuck into something
(to) pop into somewhere (on your way home)
(to) end up doing something
“There isn’t room to swing a cat”
(to) root something out
(to) do something in an ardour
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