Sorry, I know you all look forward each day to Booker-standard writing and sparkling wit, and I know that if you can’t find any anywhere you come and read my crap instead (perhaps I should have said “read my rubbish” – reading my crap makes you all sound like Gillian McKeith).
I’m not totally jet-lagged – I get up at my normal time, do my day’s work and then come home, but then I drift off at odd times, so I’m going to bed early so that I don’t sleep on the couch for two hours and then lie awake all night.
More than jet-lagged, I’m jet-mealed – I find I get hungry at really odd times of the day or night.
Anyway, that’s why I haven’t been around much. I’ll be back on Saturday – promise.