Jet lag

I think I've managed to kick my jet lag. I've wised up you see. On Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights I wouldn't let myself go to bed before 11 despite almost being asleep on my feet. The problem now is that I seem to have developed a kind of eating jet lag instead. I find myself getting hungry at the oddest times. At first when I realised I wasn't hungry at meal times I got all excited because I thought that maybe I had finally developed the small appetite I have always dreamed of but alas, this was not the case. Instead I find myself waking up at the oddest hours completely starving.

The variety of food here is amazing. Anything your heart desires is available from sushi to spaghetti, if you want it, it's there. Luckily, although it all looks good it's not always that tasty. My personal favourite and the one thing that never fails is the help-yourself soft serve ice cream machine with sugar cones and any topping you can imagine. I'm going to have to ration myself on that one.