jiggety jog

It's only when you go to type a word that you haven't used or seen for many years that you realise that your memory is ummm... well, you get the picture.

Anyway, it's home again, home again, jiggety jog. (Have you ever wondered, who was that prolific writer of rhyme and rhythm, Mother Goose?)

It's great to come back to find your home has been well cared for, drastically needed maintenance has been done, and the dogs are happy and haven't even missed you! Today, after a few hours of sleep, driving to the station to put the house sitters on the train for the next stage of their adventure feels almost normal.

I miss my family, more than words can say if I let my mind wander in their direction, but it's also good to be home again.

Today I am grateful for aeroplanes, trains, and the friend who meets me at the airport.