I still hate jet lag

Today we woke up shortly after 6AM. Which is a bit weird as that's just around bedtime in LA - I think we've gone straight round to Tokyo time again, ugh.

Today was a tad more productive than yesterday... much laundry was washed (and dried in the glorious sunshine; best Scottish weather EVER!), more lists were made of things to be done, and I finally got tired of my sock drawer not closing and have thrown out all of my socks that have holes in the toes or the elastic has gone. Hurrah. And we watched quite a lot of the Olympics. [About which I must say, BY GOD I LOVE THE BBC!!! Not only do we not have to listen to silly American commentators, there are also no adverts; and when we get bored with the main coverage we can hit the red button and watch the other streams. I also must say, I greatly enjoyed the men's diving.]

Now I can't decide whether I'm hungry or sleepy. Stupid jet lag...