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yesterday, being the 1st of august, meant that everyone escaped town and got mad with the asahi in the suburbs to watch the famous fireworks.

I went along with some new work colleagues who were having a barbeque at the bosses hoose, conveniently located near the site and beside a wild pond. having bought a cheeky bottle of laphroaig I was almost kicking myself when his wife, on accepting it, told me that her husband didn't drink. I couldn't bear to think of it go to waste but she informed me she might cook with it and was partial to a wee shnifter now and again. If she's anything like the mother-in-law it'll be tanned by the weekend. fruit next time though.

we had great food and decent chat (I was treading water for a lot of it but I've become accustomed to having basic conversations and I make a better job of linking stuff up than I used to) and sat back to watch the fireworks which lasted over an hour with only small intervals. you can see in the photo that the guys are wearing towels around their necks - a common sight in summer to soak up sweat - it's rare that I leave the house without one. a nice surprise afterwards was cold somen (thin, clear noodles) followed by suika (watermelon). great stuff. a perfect japanese summer evening. they'd obviously done this before.

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