Home Sweet Home

After arriving home at about 11am this morning I went straight to bed for a couple of hours to try and catch up on some sleep as I didn't manage to get any on the plane last night.

I woke earlier this afternoon and, feeling like utter rubbish, I realised I hadn't actually eaten anything for 24hrs. I went in search of suitable sustenance and opened the fridge to see a glorious pack of British smoked bacon infront of me.

The greasy guilty pleasure of the bacon coupled with some thick cut white bread and a dollop of tomato sauce, was the perfect treatment to my jet lag, plus when you have been unable to eat any pork based products for a number of weeks, it just tastes all the better.