Thank you!

First of all, please receive my heartfelt thank you for all the kind words I received since I uploaded my previous post. I couldn’t help crying as I read all the message again and again. Your kindness means tons and I am truly blessed to have you guys as my friends. Thank you so much. XXX

Rainbow Bridge

I am very sad to report that Mr.B crossed Rainbow Bridge during early June.

I have to content myself with the thought that we did everything we could to keep him alive with a good quality of life. 

The life after his passing was extremely tough for us. He was our security blanket and all the dreadful events, such as Brexit, mass shootings, terror attacks, etc, felt like body blows to knock us over again and again. How much we missed his furry cute face…

My iPhone screensaver which was deleted after his death.

I was sinking in the depth of despair and didn’t know how to get out of it. The emptiness I felt was numbing and I was a grief-stricken zombie. Then Hubbie suggested if he could invite my mum so she could comfort me. 

Mum’s visit materialised at the end of July and her presence comforted me immensely. She stayed with us for 2 weeks and during her whirlwind holiday, she urged me to have another dog. 

Even though I felt guilty towards Mr.B, I really desperately missed a life with a furry companion. I wanted to reminisce about him but I was also afraid of doing so because I would be too sad about his absence. With flood of tear, I confessed my dilemma to Hubbie and we decided to look for a puppy.

After calling around with a list from the Kennel Club, we found a Yorkie puppy. 

Meet our Bella.

She is 8 weeks old. Very naughty and energetic.

With her on our side, we can talk about Mr.B. How cute he was and how we enjoyed the life with him. Through Bella, Mr.B comes alive again…

I’m sorry

This post is very brief. 

Sadly, Mr.B is very unwell. He was diagnosed with a heart murmur in 2006 and his condition has been deteriorating gradually ever since. However, his illness got much worse all the sudden since I returned from Sheffield. He is reluctant to walk and lying down most of the time. I am very upset to see how sick he is. He has been seen by the vet twice and they adjusted the amount of his medications. Will I get my usual Mr.B back ever? I don’t know. I am just very sad to see him wasting away like this. Even though, he will never outlive me but he is still only 11 years old. If he didn’t have the illness, I could have stayed with him much longer. There are so many things I want to do with him which I haven’t done yet.

He is not gone yet and I don’t want to let him go ever. Please someone/something, please give me strength so I can look after him the way I want to…

My & his escapades

Isn’t it wonderful that the boy has been found, safe and sound!!

Hubbie and I were sitting at one of the outside tables at Look Mum No Hands on Old Street…

While we waited for our lunch, we discussed about the news of the 7 years old Japanese boy who went missing for the past 6 days. ‘It is pretty remarkable that a 7 years old child can be so resilient and resourceful in such a sticky situation!’ We both marvelled at the turn of the event. Obviously, the boy was fortunate to come across in his path a shelter with a working tap which protected him from the elements and kept him hydrated – two most important factors for his survival. And also, a team of soldiers who were happened to be on site for training that day. The outcome could have easily been a tragic one if he was found too late. 

‘Did I ever tell you that I also ran away from home when I was three?’

Yes, I did run away from home when I was three years old. Even though, it lasted only for five hours, not six days, my escapade caused more than consternation to my poor parents and the people who joined a search for me. 

‘How did it happened? Why did you do it?’ Hubbie asked me as our plates of Frittata and salad were brought to the table…

Ok, I was a very independent minded girl (or very wilful) and one day, I took off when I found my mum’s behaviour unreasonable. 

One afternoon, I forgot to put away my toys after I finished playing with them and mum reprimanded me for it. She threatened me that she would throw them out if I didn’t tidy up as I was told. I remember thinking ‘Oh, that’s a bit extreme!’ So, I stuffed my little case with favourite toys and left home without telling her that I was moving in with my gramma in Tokyo!

Soon, my mum noticed my absence and realised that I ran away. She called my dad at work and also alerted our neighbours. My dad went straight to a local police station to report about me missing, and the rest of the search party spread to all directions to look for me. Apparently, my panic-stricken mum stumbled while she was trotting in her mules and grazed her shin badly, and she is still left with a scar to this day – Sorry, mum! 

While all the grown-ups got lost amid the pandemonium, I was standing at the gate of my local zoo. I knew then, as any three years old child, that a train would take me to Tokyo, where my gramma resided. There was a mini monorail at the zoo and I believed it would take me there. However, the zoo was closed at 5pm and the gate was shut. ‘Oh no, what do I do now?’ I remember me being aghast while looking at the immovable monorail through the iron gate. Then, someone called my name, ‘Kaori? Is that you?’ I turned around and saw a police officer and his push bike. ‘What are you doing in here? Your mum and dad are very worried about you’. The way the long shadow of him and his bike being casted over the Tarmac, I can still visualise vividly. The sun was setting and all the things around me were in different tones of amber. As we walked back to the police station in where my dad awaited anxiously, I explained to the officer why I ran away and went to the zoo. I heard from dad years later that the officer found my reasoning pretty impressive for a three years old (!) The last thing I remember was how euphoric the people were when I got home. I was very worried about being told off about the incident, but no one chastised me. Instead, I found myself in the middle of  the mini party to celebrate my safe return.

I am so happy to see his cheeky smile…

I am sure he missed his parents a lot during his sojourn in the forest…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

Easily happen

Oh Bu**er, I’ve done it again!

I muttered as I was sorting out bags of delivery from Ocado, the online supermarket, yesterday afternoon. I would never have made the mistake if I were picking up the item from an actual shelf in a real shop instead in a virtual one.

I didn’t realise how large the new cling film dispenser would be…

It’s not only bulky but also very HEAVY. Since I paid £7.99 for this, and therefore, I will use it until it breaks like the predecessor. However, the thought of me having to reach out for this humongous chunk of plastic from the draw every time I need cling film makes me sigh with resignation. How I wished if I had read the item description on the page in the website properly so I wouldn’t have bought the wrong stuff!

Is the new dispenser shorter than the old one?! 

Both of them state their size as 350mm wide. Therefore, I assume the refill I own already should fit in the new dispenser. Phew!

I bought a 1kg jar of pickled gherkins by mistake through Ocado in the same manner in the past. I can’t remember how I managed to use them all as Hubbie was not a big fun of pickled cucumbers. I do recall the jar stayed with me a long long time in the cupboard. I thought that I had learnt my lesson from the experience, but apparently, I had not! 

From next time, I shall read it twice and buy once. It’s my new mantra when I do online shopping…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

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