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Jet Lagged

Man oh man (incidentally, that used to be one of my favourite tv programmes - I wonder why...), these last few days have been tough. I've been waking up at 4am every morning and not properly sleeping again. I'm wondering why I ever took for granted sleeping solidly for eight hours (or even seven or six). I used to be of the opinion that you should try to be awake for as long as possible to be able to 'live' for as much as possible. However, given how little I've been able to do this weekend due to lack of sleep, I now disagree and think everyone should get an appropriate amount of 40 winks each night.

This weekend we went back to our pre-Oz/NZ life in Clapham and spent time with our adopted little sister. Friday night consisted of a much needed catch up with my previous travelling buddy over a few bottles of wine (so much for not binge drinking ever again. We went to The Goat by the Junction and I was quickly reminded that I do not like that bar (particularly as a candle holder burnt and blistered my thumb). Juanita and 'lil sis' joined us but we didn't last too long and ended up picking up much needed battered sausage, chips and curry sauce on the way home. Indeed, the 6pm drinking session and jet lag led to me falling on to the futon in the living room of 13b by 10.30pm, after ranting to my poor sister on the phone for nearly an hour. I hadn't realised that I'd drunk over two bottles of wine during the evening to myself until I woke up with my first hangover for months. Thanks for the pain killer Paulie!

During the day on Saturday, we popped in to see John's old boss, tried to search out our favourite wines from NZ in Majestic Wine Warehouse (but were unsuccessful), I had a nap, our fave gay mate came round and we again tried another night out down the Northcote Road with the girls from Earlsfield. Sadly, by 10pm, we were flaking again and had to pass on our apologies.

Sunday came into my life with another unwelcome 4am start (no hangover this time as I'd only had soft drinks the night before). We eventually left 13b at 11.30am and suffered a two hour journey back to my dad's, including taking three Picadilly trains *sad times* Thankfully we had a BREADSTALL brunch to keep us motivated. After returning, we were exceptionally suburban and nipped to Argos and Sainsburys in Bottle to pick up home bits and food for the week.

The weekend ended with a lovely mother's day tea at my sister's flat. John whizzed through the hundreds of photos and talked through the highlights. I'm still not bored of recounting the stories! Speaking of which, I'm hoping we will be writing it up properly once we get a minute and loading up all the photos to flickr so you can take a nose yourself. Keep coming back!

Right, time for sleep again. Hopefully it will be for a loooong time i.e. until 7am!

DM xx

p.s. I'm super pleased to be driving Bottle again - I've missed her so much!!