Home is where the heart is.

Last night I shared a room with five girls, four of which snored!
Despite the lack of sleep I didn't actually feel too bad this morning and managed to make the most of the breakfast buffet.  We then packed our bags and headed to the train station.  Luckily the journey back was a lot more straight forward than the one there.
I got home and had a cuppa and a chat with Mom.  When Stu got back from work we popped to the house to see what the builders had been doing over the last few days.  I was pleased to see they have bricked up the wall between the dinning room and lounge, and have also started to put the insulation down in the kitchen and dinning room floor.  There is still a hell of a lot of work to do, but it is definitely starting to feel like home.