I know, I know, I know. I'm terrible. Rubbish, even. The ultimate at incommunicado. Unreachable except for the most persistent of people.
But I have a reason - a good one!
I went slightly mental with jetlag. At first, jetlag was like a mythical creature to me [Ha! Jetlag! Jetlag is for weak people and babies! It's just an excuse to sleep lots.] but then, dear readers, jetlag smacked me in the face. Hard.
My sleep patterns aren't great at the best of times [hello insomnia-induced internet shopping] and combine that with some terrible flights back from the old US of A - they played Alvin & The Chipmunks 2 on the plane - I pretty much became nocturnal.
Buuuuuut I'm back! Yes I am! And filled with excitement due to my imminent return to Edinburgh and my new flat. And I suppose a massive shopping spree in Manchester helped a little bit too [hellloooo leather shorts].
Isn't this such a fun song? I'm currently packing, i.e. putting clothes and grill pans in bin bags, to this: