I give up. Any good that comes from a holiday (and we shall not assess this at this stage) is totally destroyed by the journey back. We departed our hotel at 1740 Egyptian time (ie GMT+2, BST+1) and arrived home at 10.40 BST, a total of 18 hours travelling - I think. The flimsier details are recorded at My Twitter, accessible from my sidebar.
It's going to take all week to get my body clock up to date, let alone the bloody internet, numerous chores, and, not insignificantly, work, which starts in fourteen hours.
Next holiday Bournemouth. Or maybe, you know, just a gentle stroll round Streatham Common.
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