Once Emily was fed and rested we got the train to Yokohama. It's a pleasant place in a sanitised super-Docklands sort of way, and an opportunity to see the bay. Being ravenous, on arrival we entered one of the huge buildings in search of lunch, and chanced upon a rather good, reasonable place that specialised in crab. Unlike most of the other eateries we'd looked at first it was quiet, so I was able to feed Emily in privacy. I had my first unagi (eel) since I got here, and Nick had a nicely presented sushi selection that included some of the house speciality. Emily had...milk.
Walking towards the bayside park, we passed a fairground beneath Landmark Tower, a soaring edifice that has about 70 floors.I look forward to a time when I have Emily as an excuse to go on the rides!
Spinning slowly above it all was a giant Ferris wheel that is purported to be bigger than the London Eye.
At the park we took in the views around the bay. It is industrialised but a nice place to catch a cool sea breeze when the oppressive summer heat comes, and the green space is large enough not to feel crowded. We'll have to get a kite. There was a very weird fruit sculpture lurking among the trees. 
As ever, there were lots of spoilt dogs being carried around. One man was toting his husky on his shoulder! Just about every dog we saw was wearing some sort of clothing; one even had on a pair of pin-striped trousers.
On the return train trip, Emily attracted the attention of two bimbos in almost non-existent mini skirts. I'm not sure whether I'm being a prude, or jealous because I've never had good enough legs for short skirts, but I find the almost ubiquitous mini-skirts and hot-pants that teenagers and young women wear distasteful and trashy, especially in schoolgirls. Of course, I would have given my eye-teeth to be allowed to wear such raised hems as part of my uniform. Maybe Japanese girls yearn to wear knee-length A-line skirts!
With a certain amount of trepidation, I finally made it out for a jog before dinner. It was my first proper run since the week I found out I was pregnant (although I did continue at circuit training until month 6, which involved some running in the sports hall). Perhaps unsurprisingly, it went really well. I only did about 25 minutes, but was pleased that my heart and lungs still seemed in reasonable shape. Unfortunately my old calf strain came on towards the end, giving me concern for future outings, but I even managed to walk up to the 11th floor afterwards, arriving home with a very red face but having enjoyed my half hour of freedom.
When I got back, Nick pointed out a job advert in his paper that seemed almost tailor-made for me, being a payroll/accounts role at the British Council (apart from Japanese ability, that is - minor detail!). It only paid about 20K, but I was surprised a how wistful I felt about it. If I'd seen it later this year I probably would have looked into it further, but have no intention of working until Emily is at least a year old. Anyway, I'm not sure if I'd be able to get a work visa.
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