Sunday 3rd January
I tried to sleep for most of the plane journey. I bought some sleeping pills and popped a couple. They seemed to work, as I slept for most of the journey, only waking for orange juice and egg muffin.
No one told me that it is so cold in the UK.
Jan was waiting for me. He had promised a christmas meal of roast chicken and potatoes. Enough said.
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