I think I woke up about lunchtime today, proving that even my nightowl-orientated metabolism needs to recharge when dealing with the dreaded red-eye. We’re trying to get back to operating within UK daylight hours, so rather than go straight to bed when we got home yesterday, we stayed up and got all the unpacking and unwinding we could.
Lady P dropped round for a while to return our keys (she’s been looking after the balcony vegetable garden while we’ve been away, and we have even more tomatoes growing happily away in the small forest that has now established itself out there). In return we gave her a couple of small gifts that had practically jumped off the shelves while we were away, and from the grin on her face I’d say we picked the right things out for her. A slow evening of pizza and catching up on Doctor Who and we called it a night.
So, a slow start this morning. Fortunately the same was true of everyone else in the household too, so I didn’t feel like the odd one out as I traipsed out to get some eggs and bacon to start making some brunch.
As the girls put it, it was nice to be back to some good old-fashioned British-sized portions – and by that I mean platefuls that can’t be used to sink small battleships, and definitely not covered in cheese of any description. The rest of our day has been spent watching Frozen (Charleesi hasn’t seen it before), playing games (Assassin’s Creed 4 for all the sun, sea and landscapes we’re now missing), and sorting out pictures for Facebook.
We’re mostly caught up on sleep, and I’m maybe a couple of hours out of sync now – it feels simultaneously like 4pm and midnight, so averaging out it seems about right. Should be all systems go for the new working week by the time I get there.