…and home again

Back to London where I was greeted by Autumn. Or rather, rain. Somehow in the ten days I’d been gone, the seasons had changed, the road had been dug up and the little flat in Chalk Farm felt cold.

After an afternoon spent relaxing (but not sleeping) I went to bed at 9pm, woke up at 7:30am, bounced out of bed (in my mind) and staggered off down the hill to catch up on 50,000 emails.

It didn’t take long to get back up to speed and by 6:15pm I called it a day.

What jet lag?

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