It's quite early in the morning as I type this. Yesterday (by which I mean Monday and Tuesday) I flew from Los Angeles International Airport to Heathrow in London. I'm back in England this week visiting my family, seeing old friends, and apparently being slightly jetlagged. I woke up at 4am this morning, and my brain pretty much kicked me out of bed.

There's something about 4am in the morning which just calls out to me when I've flown across the globe, I think. When I flew over to LA earlier this year to make my new home and find my fortune, as it were, I collapsed into a heap on my bed at around 7:30pm that day and woke up eight and a half hours later at 4am. I spent that morning unpacking. I spent this morning checking my email and getting Page 4 ready and uploaded for this Friday. Don't say I don't love you lot.