Just staggered back in the door from LA. Room doing a gentle spiral around me as jetlag does its worst. Has a blast at Gallifrey, but getting back was the usual torture. Our plane was late leaving LA after a drugged up woman in a bad wig was let on board, then ejected, requiring the removal of her luggage as well. Why they let the hirsutely hilarious 'ho on board in the first place was beyond me. As a consequence, I was ten minutes too late for my connecting flight and got shunte don to the next one plane out of Dodge. Or it might have been Heathrow. One of the two.
More tomorrow, when I'm slightly more compost mental.