Jet lag is a curse, im up its 4am and i cant sleep, but im home. Being home is so final, one day you have lovely fans around you the next you are in your room with only seagulls to shout for you, they drive me nuts. If i had a gun. Im going to watch Being There, its me. As good as it gets. Tomorrow i start packing up my house and begin the move. Give me the simple life.
Chance the gardener.