I’m writing this on the bus home and I have deliberately tried not to get any sleep on the bus to get used to our time zone again. It’s ok because I’m not actually tired anyway.
When we were in Heathrow waiting for our bags on the conveyor belt, I think I saw Richard James off Aphex Twin. I thought about asking him but decided not to.
Omar stole a blanket and a pillow from the plane because he thought they were complimentary. He is using them now, snoring.
I should be home in about half an hour.