I know that as my phone told me so. My bodyclock, now that's a different thing.
Does jetlag get harder as we get older? For the first three days in Melbourne I was waking up at 3am - this morning, I was awake at 2am.
From the trams of Melbourne... |
Via Heathrow with The Lions... |
Definitely not Llanrhidian.
And my neighbour immersed in weeds and nettles in a long forgotten part of the garden.
Definitely not Llanrhidian.
I've missed the long evenings.
I've missed the cats.
I've missed my sewing machine.
back to Llanrhidian... |
and two snoozy cats... |
and a garden awash with colour and weeds and flowers. I love sweet peas. So quintessentially english. |
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