Time is so odd here. The sun rises and sets at pretty much on the dot of 6 every day. This means I tend to get up very early and go to bed quite early. Combined with jet lag, that I just never seem to shake off, I seem to sleep for about three or four hours a night then read or draw or just lie awake yearning for daybreak. Although I hate the time and climate changes, I am looking forward to sleeping through a whole night with Mr Smith snoring beside me.
I have now abandoned all hope of ever finishing any paintings, I have completely run out of clean clothes and I couldn't drink another rum punch if you paid me. I think it may be time to go home.
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