Jet lag

I awake in blackness to a room I have met but am unfamiliar with and scrabble around for a light emitting device. I have little luck in finding anything useful but eventually remember where I put the iPad. The time (still set to GMT 00) is 09:15. Which means in Rio time it is early. I make a guess at four or five in the morning. Jet lag in full effect is stubborn and doesn’t give in easily, petulantly holding on with arms folded and a cross look on it’s face. We battled to stay up until 10.pm playing iPhone monopoly and listening to “first album Coldplay” (which I think you would agree is when they were quite good). The curtains slowly begin their illumination as the first rays of light come to greet us. Lucy stirs, does wee wee and simply just goes back to sleep. One of the talents I greatly admire is sleep adaptability. Being able to close your eyes and just nodding off, such a useful talent.