Joe's back from Zante.
Forty eight hours later and he is still catching up on the Zzzs.
I picked him up at midnight on Wednesday and it wasn't until the next morning I spotted his black eye.
I am so glad I didn't know what he had been up to until he got home.
Arriving back at the hotel at 9am, taking quad bikes for rides around the cliff, hiring a speedboat and packing a crate of beer in the back.
Ah to be 18 again.