mon cher frimeur au Japon

It's very rare that I have bad dreams, but each time I'm having one, what I usually do is to wake Séb up. I usually ask for un câlin, a particular one. Hehe. Last night, I had one and woke up in the middle of the night shivering, only to realize that Séb's not home and hadn't called up yet from Japan (Huh!, pourtant I told him to do so once he set foot on Japanese soil!). I was so scared the dream would continue I stayed up for hours. At around 6 o' clock, the phone rang. It was him. Enfin.

Alors, Séb and Frèd arrived in Narita after twelve hours of flight. Then from there, they took a navette and it took them less than two hours to get to Shinagawa. By the time they arrived in the hotel it was already about 9:00 am, Tokyo time (2:00 am here), so he opted not to give me a ring, knowing that I'd be taking the kids to school le lendemain, he just let me sleep. Aah...

So, he got lucky having a first class seat. And with a little bonus - he was also able to visit the pilots' cabin. Voilà, un copain comme Frèd, c'est cooool!

(Ok, Séb, I don't envy you, just don't forget my japanese sandals, oki?) ^-^