Bleurgh

We're home. Or, at least, in Dublin. Catching train to Belfast in just over an hour.

The jetlag hasn't even hit yet, but my brain is like peanut butter, and there's some starting to dribble out my ears. Technically, I've not slept since Saturday, and while dinner is being made in my MIL's kitchen, my stomach is demanding a bagel or some french toast as a carb-tastic way to start the day.

I also managed to foo up slightly. I thought I had tomorrow to recover and sit on the sofa in my jammies, drinking tea and clutching my head. Instead, due to a fabulous able-to-count incident, I'll be wading through 3 weeks of work that's waiting for me as we speak.

I may need some more coffee.