I bugged this Japanese boy that I once dated, to give me a Japanese name. One that was appropriate to my character and was meaningful to both of us.
He chose Akiko because we fell in love when it was autumn and he really thought it suited my personality. The romance has since died but the lessons learnt will always stay with me.
When I am not waxing lyrical in ‘About’ pages of my blog, I work as a journalist. And it is increasingly apparent that what I do during my work hours has started to influence my personal writings.
But that is just me.
