Boxes It has been an awfully long day starting this morning waking in a New York hotel with a hangover the size of the Empire State Building. It's now nearly bed time in Bermuda and the hangover remains. In fact I've just woken on the sofa after sending both myself and my daughter to sleep by singing the Red, Red Robin. I was doing the singing as she doesn't yet know past the first couple of lines.

24 hours in New York then, split in not equal measure between the office, the bar and hotel bed. My one night to slink away on my own and get 12 hours sleep and I blow it. I tell thee I ain't getting much sympathy here! That final Stella in the hotel bar early this morning was not one of my more prudent ideas. I then had to check in and when I got in my room I thought it was a stock room so full it was of boxes.

Because you can't buy jack in Bermuda except little bottles of pink sand, we bought a load of stuff on the internet (what a great little invention that is turning out to be) and had it all sent to the hotel. It was like Christmas morning when I got back to the room last night. I bet I had a whale of a time if only I could remember!

I did travel back today with Jet Blue and there is something very cool about watching the telly on the plane. I was also very impressed with their new terminal at JFK. It was very posh and even had free wi-fi. Fortunately in my condition it wasn't one of the days for a live concert.  ¶ 21:50