Perchurbe.

When I woke up this morning, I mean...

Because of yesterday,

He's a really Hanatare kid.



There are already little people wearing snot factory hats.

It feels like a furious bucket brigade.



Is this a cold again? ? Is it an allergy? ?

I don't know, so I take both medicines just in case.

Is it because I drink both? It didn't work at all!



When this happens, my head hurts and I feel dazed.

You won't be able to do anything.



For the time being, I went to LA POSTE for a nouveau texture.

At times like this, I appreciate the goodness of France.



Because...

The same thing happened with the previous bike incident.



“Uuuuuu” “Why do you look like this?”



I felt like I was the only one not tweeting anymore.

Moreover, I feel intensely for one person,



People from restaurants around the place where I parked my bike started talking to me.

A little divergence here.



When I was walking while carrying a tobotobochari,

An old man from a nearby Arab restaurant waves to me.



The old lady at the bakery asks, "CA VA?" (How are you?).



When I went to a bike shop, I met a customer who was already there.

We talk about the problems that come with owning a bike in Paris.

Old men who have come to Soco are also mixed in.



When I went to LA POSTE, I said hello again about Hanatare Kozo.

With the couple behind me,

“If it’s an allergy, what should I do?”



“Did your husband see it?”

“??????”

"No, I'm alone."

“I see, the wife of the otorhinolaryngologist there is Japanese.”

“No, not by myself.”

(I wish it were, but here I am fantasizing about myself as a doctor's wife)



Talk about things like that.



I felt like I wanted to see it, not to mention the people in the neighborhood.

Even people I don't know feel free to talk to me.



I think this kind of thing is probably rare in Japan.

It's possible if it's near my parents' house, but

For example, standing in line at the cash register at the supermarket...

It's not that there aren't any, but I feel like there aren't many.



When I returned to Japan a long time ago,

To the person I shared the elevator with in the Shinjuku multi-tenant building.

"Do you know any good ramen restaurants around here?"

If you talk to me randomly,

I was really surprised.



Hmm, maybe it was because it was Tokio at that time? ? ?

No, but after all, the fact that everyone talks casually...

I think it's quite a feature.



For this reason, when I am in Samishimbo, I often feel lonely by going outside.



While Chari is injured, she runs through Sacre Coeur when she goes to the gym.



It's almost spring.





Ah, spring is wonderful!

But the next day, it was cold. . .

And perturbe (that's what it sounds like to me. perturber (confusion, atmospheric pressure fluctuation)) is intense.



Then, I thought about my runny nose factory, when it was in operation, and when I was on vacation.

Perchurbe!



Actually, I was planning to write something different, but

I forgot what I was going to write, so

Topic at such times = weather, cheerfulness

It was a story.





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Now, let's drink lemon juice!
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