My advice for today is… Don’t go shopping for “essentials” when jet-lagged! You’ve been warned!

The day went something like this. After washing the plane gunk off our clothes, we went out for Sunday lunch. I bet you’re thinking cosy English pub, nice roast dinner, pint of a warm beer. But no, we’re in Westborne, and upmarket part of Bournemouth, so a fancy cafe it was. Mike had a mountain of avocado and bacon on sourdough. I had a halloumi burger. Both were really good.

Then we visited our favourite store. Decathlon! We went in for “a couple of things” and came out with half the Arctic wardrobe section. Thermals, hiking trousers, fleeces, and a bunch of other “essentials”… all in preparation for our sunny summer holiday. 

Tonight we played games with the kids. I lost. Then I challenged Mike to chess. I won!

This is what jet lag chess looks like:
Me: “Why didn’t you take my queen?”
Mike: “Oh, damn, I didn’t see that.”
Me: I immediately move a random piece that is NOT my queen.
Mike: takes queen.
Both of us laugh, because clearly, our brains are still somewhere over Malaysia. Which brings me to my next thing.

Last night I couldn’t sleep, so I wrote a little poem:

Jet lag jet lag you’re such a prick

You make me feel a little thick

While everyone else is fast asleep 

I’m laying here counting sheep

My body arrived but my brain stayed home

Now I’m feeling all alone 

I’m wide awake and want to play

But it’s dark outside and not yet day

This poem’s lame, it’s hard to rhyme

Jet lag does it every time

It turns my mind to a pile of shite

Hope my brain is on the next flight

Tomorrow we pick up Bertie!