Emily and I sallied forth into the noon heat, heading for the New Mums group meeting in Omotesando. As I was early I walked along the main shopping street there; Omotesando probably has the most exclusive shops in town, and I peered into Louis Vitton, Armani et al, feeling very dowdy. I would be very uncomfortable in one of those shrines to Mammon, with a gaggle of immaculate assistants poised to swoop to my assistance. After all, I can count the times I've spent more than £100 on a piece of clothing on one hand!
There were about twelve of us at the meeting, held in a small civic centre down a back street. We sat around on tatami mats; or rather, most of the mums spent the time chasing after and amusing their inquisitive crawling/toddling children. Emily was the youngest there: most of the other babies were between 8 and 10 months old. There was a speaker at the meeting, a clinical hypnotherapist, who explained roughly how it works and was then trying to drum up trade. I thought of Kate and knew she'd find it hilarious. I am a natural sceptic, but found myself strangely interested, and even contemplated the possibility of having a few sessions. Perhaps she'd put the voodoo on me. In any case, back outside in the cold light of day I regained my suspicion of all things unproven.
Geraldine was there, and asked if I'd like to go along for a coffee afterwards. Several of us set off, but we got diverted by a branch of Next that's just opened, so in the end I didn't get my caffeine hit as it was time to take Emily home.
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