It's nice to be home. Yes, the weather's freezing, and there's Christmas music on the radio and the traffic in London is bloody awful, and Lakeside is populated with morons... but it's nice to be home. I can drink the water without fear of death. There are no Indian Mr Beans (yet). I am reunited with Sky+. All is good.
Yes, the jetlag is making me alternatively giggly-hysterical and clumsy-absentminded, but I'm feeling sleepy enough now that I'm hoping for a good night's rest tonight ahead of work tomorrow. I have not yet foraged for food at Sainsbury's, meaning I'm currently subsisting entirely on spaghetti bolognaise ready meals. I have no idea how long the human body can sustain itself on spaghetti bolognaise (and the occasional chocolate Black Forest Gateau), so perhaps I might grab a smoothie on the way in to work tomorrow. I know that man cannot live on bread alone, but can woman live on a Sainsbury's ready meal alone? If there are no future Plogs from me, you'll know the answer to that question. I'm just glad I can help you with these burning issues.
Right, I'm off to catch up on Cranford, Lead Balloon, Spooks (might save that one until the jetlag's dissipated), Ugly Betty and Christ, I need to get better taste in television.
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There's someone on Graham Norton tonight called "Miriam Margolees". God knows who she is. Miriam Margoyles' sister, perhaps?
;o)
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