I have finally attained a level three Samurai certificate!
It basically means I can hold a stick.
Chop certainly, but also a small branch or broom.
I am further allowed to manipulate a coat hanger within the confines of a wardrobe.
A wooden coat hanger.
Metal ones are covered in level two.
The certificate was awarded to me in a dream last night, which found me learning Japanese whilst tending a garden in the courtyard of the French Space Agency.
I was watering plants and later teaching English to someone from Japan who spoke it better than I.
English and Japanese.
The rigorous testing regime included watering plants through a small filter and convincing the Samurai Master that I was not trying to ascertain his age.
If I had been asked I would have ventured ‘venerable’.
In Japanese I can say hello, my name is Chris (Steve, Jack, Martin etc.) and count to five fairly quickly.
I used to know something else but it has gone with many other things that my youth was unable to hang on to.
All that remains are memories of a memory.
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