Home...

... home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
it's good to warm my bones beside the fire....

- Pink Floyd Breathe Reprise

Yes, I'm home. It's quiet and still, long may it last.

It's been a busier day than I hoped but I've done some things that add to my sense of home. I've taken time to read the paper, enjoy the fur child and a couple of friends popped by. Someone left me flowers on my door step while I was out buying food. How kind.

Hopefully I can have a chat with Mum and then a good night's sleep upstairs. I'm a little nervous but straight thinking tells me I've already survived a bigger earthquake up there than any aftershock.

It will be ok.

The song