There’s nothing like a cure for a lack of sleep through time zone travel, than the anticipation of seeing your babies.

I couldn’t find them in the playground… too many blond boys playing football!  But suddenly there they were… Tom as cool as a cucumber and my little mouse just throwing himself into my arms and wrapping his legs tight around my waist, and not letting go.

There’s nothing like a cure for jet lag setting in than laughter with my boys.  Tom grabbing his book and saying ‘Mummy, check out this cool book.  I found rude bits!  Look!  Boobies and Bums!!!’

And clearly there is no cure better for Willy than Mummy being home.  For the first time in a few days, he has eaten all his tea and he is back full of beans, playing tennis and singing in the shower….

There’s no place like home.