Homecoming.

Body has been back in the UK for 30 hours, and asleep for most of that. (Brain is still somewhere mid Atlantic.)

TV box has chosen to record a million Come Dine With Me's but no IT Group or Mock the Week.

Meanwhile Kris is celebrating my return by playing WoW upstairs. (Although he did buy me a tiger. Which is now a cleaavage tiger. Most things end up that way.)

And I return to work tomorrow. Am not looking forward to it.

This also marks the point where I need to start actually setting plans in motion and Doing Things instead of just talking vauguely about them, especially all the Things I have been putting off 'until after the holiday'. (Including working out what some of those Things are.)

However, the sky is growling and roaring and has sent fire and floods to welcome me home.

I approve.