I’ll the traveling Iâ€™ve done of late (Beijing, Guangzhou, Hong Kong, Shanghai, home. Amsterdam, London, home. London, Frankfurt, London, and finally HOME) has an upside for some friends and family. Iâ€™ve discovered that they prefer me a little jetlagged.
Trevor wrote, in response to work enquiries and to the promise of English goodies for lunch today, â€œIâ€™ll try to get in the morning as I know you’ll probably be fading a bit by afternoon (then again that MIGHT be a good thing for me).â€ This reminded me of Rachelâ€™s comment a few days after I got home last time, as I sat on her bed talking. Iâ€™d brought her morning tea and instead of just leaving the tray I stayed to ask her about a few things. â€œMummy, youâ€™re getting over your jetlag,â€ she said, â€œand itâ€™s driving me crazy. Do you think we could talk later?â€
But I have returned with a cold. That should keep me low key for at least a couple days.