My body is confused. I am confused. Because I’m in my third time zone in one week and it is indeed very confusing. On Monday we were in Japan time (GMT + 8), then we came back to British Summer time (Japan time… probably -8) and on Thursday morning we entered Lila Standard Time (GMT + 3/4). Because Lila is up at about 5. But really UP. And raring. And busy. And you just get swept along with the energy being expended in the house. But Thursday was fine because our Japan jet-lag meant we’d been awake since 3.30am and by the time Lila raised her head (well, raised her voice really) it felt like lunchtime. And it was easy and nice. So nice that we offered to have her again last night, so her very very pregnant mummy and (I feel your pain) daddy, might get a bit of much needed rest and we might get some more quality Lila-time. Because we’re stupid, obsessed and gluttons for punishment.

But this morning, when Lila called out at 5.03, my back was bothering me. Never mind, time and Lila wait for no man. And I felt like shit. Really tired, groggy, heavy-eyed. But heh, Lila’s here, let’s play. And then, at 8, off I went to my martial arts class, as usual. Still feeling rough.

When I returned, couple hours later, I’d had a large coffee and eaten and… still felt shitty and a bit achey and not great. Never mind; its tennis time!! So off I went, and on the way I reached a realisation. That possibly the great feelings of fatigue, coupled with the aches and pains and general lethargy (many adjectives can be levelled at me, most of then profane, half of them very insulting, the rest quite abusive; but ‘lethargic’ is not one of them), possibly I am ill? Like flu? Worse still, man flu??? In which case, tennis is always the best cure.

But it didn’t cure me. I feel like shit. Had lunch, going to bed.

To be continued.

Only send flowers if they’re certified free of bacteria. Whereas any chocolate is fine.

Happy poorly Saturday

A xxxx