Sumida River Fireworks

The Sumida River Fireworks Festival was held last night.

After having a quick dinner, my dad, mum and Chizuru-chan set off.

Every year, they see the Sumida River fireworks with friends from the Arakawa River bank, and this year with Chizuru-chan.

“Pinot, lots of spectators there as usual. We enjoyed seeing more than 20,000 fireworks this year,” said my mum.

“Great, Mum! Meanwhile I enjoyed playing with a pastic bag,” I replied.

Chizuru-chan was a bit tipsy – enjoying drinking!?

Oh, dear! Mind your step, young lady!

人生模様

ボクのおばあちゃん（マミーのお母さん）が亡くなった。ボクは一度しか会ったことがないのだが。ボクたちがロンドンから東京に越してきたときに、新居にきてくれた。年をとっていたので、それ以後は遠方まで無理なようだった。

もう一度会いたかった。本当に残念だ。長生きしてくれて、ありがとう。

数日後、ロンドンから友人が赤ちゃんを連れて、我が家にやってきた。

元気な男の子だ。健やかに育ってほしいものだ。

その数日後、ダディの友人が結婚の報告に、新妻を伴って我が家を訪れた。

末永くお幸せに、と願った。

そして、来月、フランス在住の友が、離婚したようで、新恋人を紹介に、我が家にくるそうだ。ダディとマミーに是非会わせたいらしい。

人間の一生は長く、実に様々な出来事が起きている。我が猫生は、というと、、、

朝晩、まずい薬を服用し、療法食をもらって、少しでも長く家族と暮らしていたいなあ、と切に思う今日この頃なのである。

Uncle Mike

Yesterday, my dad’s old friend, Mike, came over after a long time. My dad went out with him in the afternoon and came home together very late.

“What are you so annoyed about, Mum?” I asked.

“He’s late for your medicine time, that's why,” replied my mum.

“Oh, dear! It doesn’t matter to me. Never mind, Mum!”

Mike stayed over night.

“Good morning, Uncle Mike!” I said, and jumped onto his lap.

"Good morning, Pinot! You look very well," he replied with a smile.

Later, he showed us several hanging scrolls and some of his grandfather’s archives – absolutely amazing!

He wanted to know if they are valuable or not.

In the afternoon, my mum gave me my meal, and then they went out to lunch at a bistro ‘Hiro’ nearby.

Irises

There was no Saturday class, my mum went cycling along Arakawa riverside to the park – Horikiri Riverside Park.

Irises look beautiful there in June every year.

– A little later.

“Look at the pictures, Pinot! The irises look fantastic,” said my mum.

“Absolutely! With the Sky Tree, amazing, Mum!” 

Chinese visitors

Yesterday evening, three people – dad’s friend, a young man and his girlfriend – came to visit my dad. They were all Chinese living in Japan.

The young man asked my mum how old I was.

“13 years old! It was his birthday yesterday,” she said, and remembered that traditional birthday song and sang in Chinese:

“祝你生日快乐，祝你生日快乐，祝你生日快乐，祝你生日快乐♪”

The girl stroked me lightly with a smile.

– A little later.

My dad went out for dinner with them.

I fell asleep on mum’s lap.

My Birthday Treat!

My birthday treat is vanilla ice cream – my favourite!

Pop, pop, I’ll lick my ice cream.

Pop, pop, I’ll lick my ice cream.

Oh, dear! No more on Papa’s palm.

My Birthday

“Happy Birthday! Joyeux anniversaire, le petit Pinot!”

My mum’s voice echoed up the stairs.

It’s my birthday today. My mum is most pleased with it.

In spite of my illness, I have my birthday today. I’m 13 years old.

I hope I’ll have one or two more birthdays. Am I too greedy or optimistic?

I don’t think so. I’m now very fit as my standard.

“Pippy, where are you?”

Oh, dear, she’s looking for me. What for? Are we playing hide-and-seek?? Time for medication!!!
No way! Go hide myself, quick, quick! Under the bed or cover myself with the duvet?

Mmmm, happy birthday to me, anyway …