> It was a six hour plane flight from Sam and Leen's house to LA, three hours waiting around the airport there, then 14 hours from LA to home. I got in just before 5 a.m. and adjusted to local time instantly. After getting back to my flat, I spent most of the day doing laundry and cleaning, restocking the fridge and all that boring post-holiday stuff.

My schedule for leaving those most united of states went along the lines of: (PST in these bendy bar things)

7:00am - Get up.
8:30am - Go to the airport.
12:10pm - Get on a plane.
6:00pm (4:00pm) - Land in Texas, barely half a country away after four hours of traveling.
7:00pm (5:00pm) - Get on a slightly bigger plane.
10:00am (2:00am) - Land in London.
noon (4:00am) - Get on a smaller coach.
5:00pm (9:00am) - Get home.

And still I wasn't jetlagged. I went to bed at night and woke up the next morning at 7.

> I think there must be something wrong with me, because I love hanging around airports

There's something wrong with me, too. I don't like being in airports, but I do like being in them. Maybe it's a weird masochism thing, but I like to explore the area and watch people miss their planes.

> even when it's the third one in two days' continual travel and I've been hauled out of the queue as a suspicious character and re-searched at every single checkpoint.

Oddly, I got through security without any problem. Maryam was stopped twice for Aiding and Abetting a Known Foreigner, however.

> Lots more stuff that I can't be bothered to reply to right now.

Matthew