So we've just arrived back in Beijing from spending Christmas and new year with family in the UK and now have to deal with the horrors of jetlag.

In pre baby times I would have determined to not sleep in the day and force myself to lay in bed at night with my eyes tight shut in an attempt to convince my tiny brain that although it felt like I should be awake it really was bedtime. However now that Dylan is here that is not possible as his technique for coping with jetlag seems to be to convince everyone else that playtime really is in the middle of the night.

The result is a father that look a bit like Lurch from the Adams Family, but what does he care!