jetlag

Fun times. The flight was delayed by half an hour (once we were all on board), and then met turbulence before arriving at Heathrow Airport. The fun part: getting off, through customs, baggage claim and on my way to the underground train which runs between terminals in about twenty minutes. (This is apparently unheard of.) The last person to arrive was also delayed, which meant the rest of us were an interesting bunch of characters. Needless to say, we've all been that way today. A bus was waiting to pick all of us up from the terminal and brought us down the sloping, winding roads to Charlbury. Which, by the way, is charming. Think James Herriot territory with sheep and moss growing on the roofs ...

Total hours awake (minus a doze on the plane and the bus): 31. I think. The math may be a little off.

But the people here are lovely. As are the accents.

And the prospect of sleep.