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I have just come out the other side of an almighty bout of jet lag. I only slept through the night on Sunday after arriving in London on Monday. On Monday night I went to sleep at 8:15 and then woke up at 3:00 in the morning for an hour, took a sleeping tablet and then went back to bed. I did this for the whole week, although admittingly my bedtime just get progressively later by Friday night I had made it until 9:15! It was an accomplishment.

Anyway waking up in the middle of the night didn’t turn out to be a bad thing. I would wake up, have a bit of a snack, take a sleeping tablet, watch some TV, get dozy again and then go back to bed. It was a little hour to myself in the middle of the night. It was fun! and I was a bit disappointed when I started sleeping through the night again. But I couldn’t keep on having midnight snacks I would be as big as a house by the end of the month.

Another positive side effect of jet lag was that when I didn’t feel like doing something house wise e.g. the dishes or making dinner. I would just say 'I’m too tired I’m jetlagged' and Jamie would do it. It was like a get out of jail free card. But then the flipside was that whenever I was grumpy Jamie would say patronisingly ‘Oh it’s your jet lag’ in a similar tone to the one he uses when he says ‘Oh are you pre-menstrual?’

So on Saturday after a night when I didn’t sleep at all and on our one year anniversary (and we tried to do that thing when you go ‘this time last year remember we were saying our vows?’ but then we couldn’t work out if because we got married in nz then we actually got married on Friday our time or Saturday our time so we stopped that game pretty quickly.) Anyway jetlagged and on the special day of our marriage we went to Ikea, on a Saturday. I know I have said this before but Ikea on a Saturday is never place you want to go. Unless you have the option between choosing to go to Ikea oon saturday or going up a tramps bum. Even then it would be a close call.

And we got around the whole of Ikea with only three fights and there weren’t big ones, only little ones and they mostly revolved around me buying a shopping trolley. Jamie said it would make me look 60. I said I didn’t care as long as I don’t have to carry shopping bags anymore. And reluctantly he let me buy it. Because as I tell him all the time ‘You are not the boss of me.’ And I wheeled it all the way home from Ikea to show him who was really boss. Although I still have to carry it up the four flights of stairs to get in our house so it’s not all plain sailing.




Mine’s like this but more awesome.

Below are some pictures of us on our anniversary. I am uploading two pictures one nice one and one picture that makes me look clinically obese. Jamie said the make up made me look fat I said I didn’t care what the fuck it was that made me look fat the photo is being deleted. But I am putting it up here in the interests of you, my public, so you can see how not to pose with your husband on your one year anniversary.

Good picture


The bad picture, also I got my hair blow dried especially what a waste of time if photos turn out like this!

xxxx

ps for those that are concerned about my addiction to sleeping tablets (e.g. Dad) don't worry, I am now self-medicaitng with red wine. Much more fun.

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