Our park. Already more fresh air than in the last four years. We have something to do at the weekends!!!
Mouse on the train. She has now memorised the names of every stop between Higashi-Koganei and Shinjuku.
Saturday morning. Time to rustle up the breakfast…..
Rosie and a new friend at Kichijoji station. I’m saying nothing…..
While I was in Bangkok, something amazing and profound happened. Rosie took her first tiny step towards independence, and like every other milestone in her life so far, she aced it. An hour of patient help from the cycle hire guy at Koganei park, and she had it nailed. On our next visit, I watched as she pedaled off into the distance, fast and wobbly, with no looking back…
Fully dressed in all her pony stuff (pony hoodie, pony scarf, pony tights) mouse headed for the my little pony cafe today, only to find out it has closed down. Momentary mourning, followed by the discovery of eggs ‘n things. All is ok again.
The house special. heart attack on a plate…..unless you are six years old.