It's getting on. We are almost home, so lets call in at the ubiquitous convenience store. The music echoing through the whole of Suginami city is telling kids to go home. It plays ever day at six in summer and five in winter. When I first came to Japan I found both the idea and the music quite charming. Now when the music box jingle jangle blares out, its the Orwellian cogs inside, grinding and turning, turning and grinding that i hear most.
