Once again, we braved the trip to school. This involves a 15 minute walk to our nearest Metro station, two stops in the wrong direction, then change lines to head in the right direction.
The change of lines involves walking nearly a kilometre.
Neither Rhiannon, nor I, enjoy this one little bit. We are both inherently lazy.
Once at Shibuya, I consult Tim's wonderful map and we make our way to the correct exit. Another 15 minutes walk and we are finally at the school. All this with a complaining 5 year old.
And then all the way back again in the afternoon. There must be an easier way?!
Anyway, we are directed to the concert hall where we are regaled with the most fabulous school concert I have ever seen! It's a real theatre, with a stage and proper seating. Although it was so packed that we ended up moving seats several times before ending up sitting on the steps in the aisle. Not good for my poor back.
First up are the young Taiko drummers, a crescendo of sound that sends the hairs on the back of my neck into overdrive. Next are the Reception classes, all dressed up in shiny, colourful costumes and fully confident of their part in the little skit they are performing.
As I’m sat there, with tears in my eyes (and they aren’t even MY children!) proudly imagining my daughter up on stage next year, Rhiannon looks completely horrified and loudly states “I am NEVER going up there!”
The rest of the concert was equally impressive and I was left with a feeling of relief that my daughter would be attending such a progressive and interesting school.
Apart from the nightmare school-run, that is.
