It was a bit of a scorcher from the outset. I'd arranged with Jill to meet at Hon Shiba park, so we rushed there so that we could leave again before it got too hot. Emily and Sophia played happily in the shallow pools there, and I found the water on my lower legs to be just the thing to cool my blood down. They then got plastered with sand before going back to the water once more. A group of American mums turned up with the same purpose in mind. I found that only one was at all friendly; the other two hardly uttered a word (even though I have seen one of them several times at TMG). I suppose when you are out in a group it is easy to switch off and not make an effort.
Emily and I spent the hottest few hours of the day at home, then we went to Appi Azabu to play for an hour. It was packed with other mums also escaping the conditions.
The news broke that Michael Jackson had died, at just 50. He apparently had a heart attack. The man gave me the creeps because of all the horrific alterations he had done to his face (though I concede that he got screwed up by childhood pressure and fame), but it still felt like one of those events that you will always remember, and which is shared by just about everyone on the planet. He did do some great stuff back in the 80s, for sure. I suppose that means we will be treated to endless footage of hysterical grieving fans (fanatic, in the true sense of the word).
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