Not yet

Regular readers will have deduced from the rather technical, niche (but probably very useful) post published earlier this morning, that I have not had chance to look at any of the photos from our trip away just yet.

I’m still a bit knackered, to be honest.

And that’s raised an interesting and rather worrying question in my currently overstretched and under-rested mind:

Are long haul flights like hangovers?

There do seem to be some similarities: they are both self-inflicted, they both leave you feeling dreadful the next day, they both cost a lot (although if you knock back a CPT-LHR BA ticket’s worth of booze, you’ll likely be dead so it won’t matter anyway), and the recovery from each seems to be taking longer and longer as I get older.

I used to bounce back after a good night’s sleep. This time, I’ve already had two decent sessions (careful now), and yet I’m still very definitely struggling. And you don’t even know if I’m talking about a flight or an evening of boozing.

Or both.

Has anyone else noticed this phenomenon?

I don’t like it. I don’t like the idea of it. I don’t like the way I’m still feeling so battered this morning. I don’t like the way that this sort of thing reminds me of my mortality.
And I fully plan to combat these negative thoughts with booze and travel.

Although I’m not sure that’s going to help.