Back in China with a hellish jet-lag. Didn’t get any sleep on the plane (for some reason I always get seated next to a group of people who wants to drink wine and engage in deep talks –that gets louder and louder- all night long. Fun! Not.) and then when I got home I still couldn’t sleep. When night time came… still no sleep. Well at least not until 5am. However, guess who woke up feeling everything but perky (but still unable to get back to sleep) at 7am. Yeah, it’s lovely isn’t it.
I know there’s no need to fret. Eventually it will go away. But being tired (and not able to sleep) plus having itchy rashes on my arms and legs (is it only me who gets this every time I visit Europe? It’s almost as if I am allergic to clean water/air because every time I leave China I get this!) is not making me the happiest person on earth at the moment. I have a funny story to tell but I will wait until I feel a bit less grumpy.