I actually made it through the day to about 4 pm before my eyes started to close involuntarily. I held out as long as I could and then got a cab home in the evening, only to be reminded that I had no food in the flat. I did consider just getting a takeout, but thought better of it, and looking at my waistline in the mirror, decided to go for a short walk to Cold Storage and get a week’s shopping in.
Jet lag and supermarket shopping are not a very good combination and I remember dithering over a lot of things unnecessarily, like whether to have either the curried beef crisps or the anchovy flavoured maize snacks.
I chose neither in the end, and after putting half the stuff back that I had originally put in my trolley I made a final walk of shame to and from the Sin Section upstairs and trekked home.
I say trekked: it is a 10 minute walk, but felt like an hour and as I approached the Smash-N-Grab traffic lights I held my bags of wine and slimline tonic tighter, keeping an eye out for motorcycles.
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