Our 9 year old son James, returned home from an overseas trip on the weekend.
He had traveled with Pauline’s mum to England and France. I’m not at all jealous that he got to see the final stage of this year’s Tour de France live in Paris. (Well – OK – maybe a little.)
We’ve been missing him terribly so it was wonderful to finally have him back, even if it meant being at the airport in the very early hours of yesterday morning. We finally got to bed at around 4:00 a.m.
I reckon that overseas planes purposely arrive at odd hours so that even the people who haven’t been traveling can go through the whole experience of jet lag with those who’ve been away.
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