Matchsticks... I need them to prop my eyes open. We flew back from New York last night. Needless to say, I didn't sleep on the flight at all and so now feel truly terrible.

But it was all worth it. We had a top weekend. Photos to follow, but it started with a trip to the Met on Friday to see the Constable and Turner expo. Then out with a crowd of friends. Much carousing - until 3am. I literally could not stand by the end of it, not because I had drunk too much, but because with the time difference etc. I had been awake for 26 hours. Then we both woke up at 7.30 the next morning in a jet-lagged fog.

Did not a lot all day, then went to Aliza & Mike's wedding in the evening. It was FABULOUS. A true blend of Scottish & Jewish traditions. Hava Nagila on the bagpipes for example. Glass smashing, married under the huppah, folk in yarmulkas, folk in kilts. Whisky. Scottish dancing. More later...