Niou Masaharu

Normally I'm in the habit of denying my birthday exists and avoid the endless annual realisation that I'm ageing one more year and getting closer to my inevitable future as an old hunched man feeding ducks on a pond and not talking to anyone as I wander back to my little isolated home with the sun.

However, I was shopping the other day and saw this:





I've fallen in love. I've gone back every day since to look at it.

Someone buy this for me for my birthday. I shall use it to make tea everyday and I shall call it Cassibel. "Cassie" for short.