As it was a holiday, when I dropped Emily off at nursery there was only one other girl there. It was so quiet compared to the usual cacophony when the door opens and that may be why she cried when I left.
Holiday meant no aerobics class, so I whizzed over to Shinjuku for a spot of shopping instead. Up-market Takashimaya had a bit of a sale on and I ended up visiting the childrens' clothes floor, though it wasn't on my list. Why is it that if you think you have got a good discount you are still willing to pay over the odds? I bought a couple of tops that were heavily reduced, but still cost far more than I ought to pay for two T-shirts. They were pretty cool though: one had a faux coat of arms with two black rabbits rampant and part of the Union Jack showing, with a logo 'really sweet and fluffy'; the other is retro style with 'Pink Floyd' on the front and 'Dark Side of the Moon Tour 1973' on the back. I am a bit worried about imposing my choice of clothes on Emily, but she's got the rest of her life to dress how she wants.
After picking Emily up I took her to the playground in Azabu. There were loads of kids there, some quite a bit older, and I had to stay close to her to keep her out of harm's way. Within two minutes she had managed to get competely filthy, and I struggled to contain my annoyance. Oh, for a hot water washing machine!
I made a bit of a miscalculation that cost me some sleep. I gave in to a chocolate craving and bought a bar of good quality, dark chocolate on the way home. Realising that it would give me a caffeine hit I ate it at 6pm. However, at 11 I was still buzzing and lay awake for ages. In between, I sat and watched Dirty Dancing, in honour of recently deceased Patrick Swayze. I had forgotten just how luscious he was in that film, and can't believe he has died at just 56.
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