This is how tired Jamie was shortly after clambering on to the 1157 Coleraine to Belfast train at the beginning of our journey home (I've always found that actually being asleep is normally a reasonable indicator of tiredness).
That journey ended about 90 minutes ago when we pulled up outside our house to find that all our windows were still in place, there were no signs of forced entry and our car hadn't been nicked - thanks Pudsey people.
But, like Junior, I'm also wrecked - the picture gives that fact away too - so will wait until tomorrow before relaying some of the happenings of the last seven days.
Before then, Vanessa and I have to catch up on four hours of Celebrity MasterChef.
Because yes folks, it's time to get back to reality (television).
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