Blob likes Tokyo. It bounces and boxes and kicks and is generally doing its best to distract me at all hours of the day. It never sleeps, it seems. It even infiltrates my dreams at night with vigorous exercises.
Perhaps it's the local food that's inspiring the Blob. I have eaten nearly everything expecting mothers aren't supposed to eat, including pâté and sashimi.
And speaking of eating, they don't seem to do butter in this country. At breakfast, I am presented with "whipped butter" which is a bright white semi-fluffy substace which I suspect is compacted whipped cream. So I start my day with surprisingly good bread rolls smeared with whipped cream and orange marmelade. Blob doesn't mind.
...låter ju som ett u-land förmodligen även utan Vegimite.
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Hälsa bloben!
/ mamma och pappa