Singapore trip Feb 2005. Sunday

I sleep badly. Its 3pm and I’m almost wide awake. At 6am I phone boyfriend number one to wish him good night, as its 10pm in London. I doze and doze, and eventually its 10:30am, I’m still in bed, and I feel absolutely knackered. Why can’t I shake the jet-lag? My one task for the day will be to buy boyfriend number 1 a nice present from Singapore. And maybe something for my sister’s kids if anything suitable presents itself.