Jetlag

I'm back then.

I was going to do a nice post about the fact that my tan is already falling off, and how I'm having to use cocoa butter body butter to glue bits of my tan back on, and how I've put 5lb in weight back on and I'm dreading the car crash that my desk and email inbox will be when I return to work on Monday etc etc but as stat counter and my comments show that nobody missed me at all I shan't.

Instead I am going to have a hissy fit and tell you that over the last couple of weeks I have visited some of the most beautiful beaches in the world, walked through lush rainforest and stood in a caldera surrounded by hot springs. I have seen enough dolphins and flying fish to be able to say "Oh, look - flying fish" with an impressive combination of sarcasm and ennui.

I've discovered that, contrary to my previous convictions, a spanish omelette baguette is not the world's best hangover cure. Instead that honour (previously held by cheesy Wotsits and chocolate buttons) goes to the humble potato roti, combining as it does pancake, potato and most importantly, curry.

I have also surprised myself today, because having gone against the laws of fighting jetlag and had a couple of hours sleep when I got home yesterday morning I fully expected to be wide awake at 4.30 this morning. Instead Duck and I slept for a full 13 hours last night, only being woken because his mum phoned. You don't normally get the tsetse fly in the Caribbean do you?

Anyway, I've had a bloody fantastic holiday, an experience which has been enhanced by the shitty weather in Britain while I've been away. Only 16 weeks to go to the next one...

Cheers.