We meet him at Malaga airport at 9pm and (apart from the fact it's sooooo good to see him again) I mention casually he looks a bit tired.
The conversation goes as:
Conor: I am a bit pooped mum but I had a fantastic time.
Me: Did you get some sleep (meaning a snooze on the plane)
Conor: Yes, I got a couple of hours.
Me: Gosh, that's good. You must have slept practically the whole flight.
Conor: I meant for the whole weekend!










