I’ve never suffered from jetlag before, or rather I’ve never travelled so far east or west that my body clock has reacted badly to the time difference. There was a touch of that when we flew out to Vegas, of course, as we chased the day, setting off around 9am and arriving at 6:30pm. This caused me to wake early for the first few days and caused me to be generally out of flunter, although no great hardship. The return leg threatened a different story though. Mrs P warned me [...]
























