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Life is back to normal.

Except of course for the mini jet lag - I was wide awake and raring to go at 5am, with my body clock thinking it was 7am. I was ready to go for lunch just after 10am.

Work was work. Except of course it was much quieter than usual on account of the Manager and the Syrian being on holiday (not together). The Hippie and I struggled all day - me with the post holiday blues and her with a 2-day-hangover. 

I got enough energy together in the evening to start on the ironing mountain and cut the grass.

The Blip is about the only postive to come from returning - a wee bowl of home grown strawberries. They were delicious.