Flying back to the UK in ... eight hours. Naturally can't sleep, since I have to be at the airport at 4, and if I drop off now will be dead to the world. So it's coffee and hopefully sweet oblivion once I'm safely in my seat.
Anyway, first Christmas in England in five years. After several months of Tory-LibDem rule, I naturally expect to find a devastated wasteland roamed by feral gangs. But my mum lives near Longsight anyway, so not much different there.
I shall be transferring in Dubai, which always reminds me of one of the purest examples of airmiles journalism I've ever seen, where a People's Daily editor analyzes the state of the city based on a stopover at the airport.