Synchronised Jet Lag

I'd forgotten what effect crossing the Atlantic has on our delicate Scottish body clocks. Samantha knew what to expect but it's been a bit of a shock to the system for our poor Hez.

Even the excitement of being able to answer the 400 txts (or thereabouts) that had accumulated during her trip wasn't enough to keep her eyes open. A pair of matchsticks prised under her eyelids wouldn't have been enough.

By all accounts they've had a fantastic time (despite the kidnapping interrogation and returning to the car at the airport this morning to car with a flat battery), but the full telling of their adventures will have to wait until they've been unzombified.

I'll just keep serving up the IRN-BRUs until that happens as I'm sure that it's bound to have magical Jet lag curing properties too.