We got to lie in until nearly eight this time, Emily ending up with me in bed once again. This time Nick moved to the spare bed so we all got a lot more space and slept better.
After we checked out, we strolled along to a nearby pier.
It was a very dull day; cold and drizzly but there were at least 50 fishermen out there trying their luck. One man caught a couple of fish only 6 inches long or so, and Emily was fascinated by these fish that he put in his bucket. All I could think about was seeing him rip the poor creature's mouth apart as he removed the hook. It led me to ponder which is more abhorrent: the agony of line-fishing or the slow death of a fish caught by net. Enough to send me back into the arms of full vegetarianism if I dwell on it too much.
After less than an hour's drive, we were back at the airport. There was an observation deck upstairs but there were not many planes taking off or landing as it is only a provincial airport. We were pleased to find a row of coin-operated vehicles to amuse the kids up there though. Emily was very taken with a bus.
After less than an hour's drive, we were back at the airport. There was an observation deck upstairs but there were not many planes taking off or landing as it is only a provincial airport. We were pleased to find a row of coin-operated vehicles to amuse the kids up there though. Emily was very taken with a bus.
The flight back was fine until Emily woke from a nap on our laps. It was extremely hot in the cabin, which didn't help, and also I think her ears were aching. She couldn't seem to pull herself out of her crying. Again, I fell apart and all I could do was try to block out the sound, also fretting about what the other passengers were thinking. Somehow we eventually got her to relent; while taxiing to the stand we spotted a plane decorated with Pokemon characters, which helped a lot. She was right as rain once on solid ground and able to walk about. We took the monorail back to Hamamatsucho again, but as it was dark, there was not much to see this time.
Logging on later I discovered that baby Lutz had arrived Saturday. I'd had a feeling it would be while I was away. My pleasure was soon nipped in the bud though, and I felt my stomach lurch as I read Jo's email further and heard that his arm had been broken during the Caesarian and that he was now in a different hospital to her. How awful it must be to have your newborn taken from your arms and transferred several miles away after only the briefest of cuddles.
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