Suffering from chronic jetlag which is partly my fault for giving into it. If I had stayed awake instead of sleeping every hour of the day I would now be back on British time rather than more nocturnal than a bat that has been squashed by a steamroller.
And now it's time to get out of bed and on with the Fitbit. This is my new bossy pedometer that sends me emails of congratulation with a little badge for efforts performed. I feel a Lands End to John o Groats performance about to take place any minute. Well, maybe round the block.
Spoke to Agent Annie who seems determined to go out to the Caribbean despite having a hole in her leg. Is she bonkers? Oh well. At least I will be paid and the paintings will be cared for and she will have one leg.
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