When boarding our flight back to London on Saturday we were told the flight time would be one hour shorter due to strong winds working in our favour, but also that it would be quite bumpy. It was and we didn’t sleep very much on the way back.
We arrived back in London and to our flat around 11am yesterday morning. The flat had already been in need of a clean before we left and after a week of kitty being the sole inhabitant it was in even more need of a clean now. So that’s what we did. Rather than go to sleep and catch up on the hours we’d lost from the night flight home we started cleaning, unpacking and doing laundry straight away. A good few hours later it was all done and we rewarded ourselves with a nice late lunch and a first taste of the coffee beans we brought back from New York. The tiredness didn’t seem to hit, not until around 6.30pm that is when we both fell asleep for half an hour and I really struggled to wake up when D probed me.
I managed to however, and we stayed up until 11pm that night. This morning I got up at 9am, forcing myself to get back into London time straight away. Though taking a nap or sleeping in would have been the nice short term solution I knew it would make waking up and heading to the airport tomorrow morning for my 7am flight a lot harder. For most of my long haul trips I’ve done the same thing and we did it on the way out to New York as well going out for dinner even if it was near dawn back in the UK. And somehow it seems to work, forcing yourself to not go to sleep/ get up until the local time says so. Though the initial push to stay awake that little bit longer/ get up earlier can be less than tempting, I’ve found that’s what I need to do to make the effect of jetlag disappear as quickly as possible. And besides, it’s like that with a few things in life. The initial bit might not be as fun but the reward comes soon after.
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