Back from sunny Cyprus (it was) with a suitcase full of laundry and pebbles.

This long weekend included, variously:

• Lots of swimming
• My brother’s wedding
• All the tzatziki a woman could ever dream of, and then some
• A taxi driver with a battered old stretch merc and a thirst for speed, who stopped on the way to drop us off at the airport to pick up an injured grouse by the roadside, which he then deposited at P’s feet, in the passenger footwell
• Cheesy music
• A bagpiper, in a taverna on top of a hill
• Plenty of sleep

And loads of other stuff which I’m simply too sleepy to write about now.

I also watched Bruce Almighty on the way over and The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen on the way back, though it should actually have been entitled The League of Extraordinary Murkiness because it mostly seemed to take place at night or in shadowy places, which made it very difficult to tell what was going on, when played on a 5″ back of the seat monitor.

Plus, please excuse me if I’m a bit distracted - since Thursday night I’ve slept (as in, more than napped) six times, gone forward two hours, back one, then back two. I’m not entirely sure where I’m meant to be or what I’m supposed to be doing. I’m fairly sure it’s not here, and spodding though. Laundry, probably.

The weekend also included *zero* access to computers, mobile phones and other useful everyday bits of technology, which made for a refreshing change.

It also meant that when I got back an hour ago or so, I was crushingly disappointed that after four days away, things here had reverted to the clutches of pr0n-spambots and lunatics.