Monday 1 August 2011
In a blur
As my French readership knows already, I am typing this from this attic room. I am in Brittany for a short holiday. For some reason, with only an hour of time difference betwen here and the UK, I am feeling almost as jetlagged as if it was five hours. I was blurry all evening last night, from six o'clock here until I went to bed and this morning I feel like I am stuffed in cotton. I don't know why. Maybe it is because the last few weeks I have been particularly insomniac and that I needed time to relax. I will have plenty of time for this, but I might have to take it easy with my liver. I was planning some eating and drinking excesses, especially have some Breton beers. In the state I am, I will need to do it with moderation.