Can it really get any more humid? Ugghh.
I'd arranged with Bettina, Tracy and Jo to go to Asakusa for lunch and a trawl through the souvenir shops at Sensoji temple. Tracy had to cry off as Lottie was a bit tetchy, but the three of us had a nice lunch. I'd suggested the tempura retstaurant that Nick and I went to a while back, and was pleased because when they saw that we had three babies they ushered us upstairs to a private tatami room. We were able to lay Emily, Tim and Issie down, which made it so much easier.The serving ladies went potty over them, of course.
Emily sat on a cushion and played with anything I could find that wasn't dangerous or breakable: chopstick, lids, towelette. She gets bored so quickly otherwise. 
We could only tolerate about half an hour of shopping before we had to go in search of respite in a cafe. I'm getting quite bored with Starbucks (sorry Kate!) but at least you know that there won't be smoking inside, unlike most other chains here.
After Emily went down we had yet another thunderstorm - hardly surprising given the level of humidity. The lightning was quite pink this time. I love watching a good storm from the front of the flat because we have such a fantastic view from out there, but it means I don't make the most of valuable evening time to do chores.
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