Hi, this is Tom again. Last night I took part in a sushi cooking class for the first time. My colleagues booked the course for me as a birthday present. And I really like sushi! Our teacher’s name is Nomura. He comes from Japan and is an expert in filling and rolling raw fish. I want to be good at that, too, which is why I did my very best during the class. I was rolling that raw fish pretty well until the lady standing next to me started to panic and scream out loud. Her wedding ring was gone. She knew exactly where she had placed it on the counter – but it was no longer there. Nomura came over and tried to calm the lady down. Then he looked left and right until he noticed something odd. He picked up one of the rolled fish delicacies – it was my little masterpiece filled with salmon.

Nomura poked around at it with a chopstick until all of the filling fell out – along with the missing wedding ring. Nomura simply nodded and said that such things can happen, but expert fish rollers would never do such a thing. I replied: “Perhaps, but all women know that the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!” Nomura was not amused …