The drive home from the airport, typically spent at a crawl. Rush into the house, hello daughter, hello Bullet then straight out into the garden, how are the tomatoes doing, hello my babies, still small round hard green spheres? Great, I haven’t missed a thing. Glance at the rest of the garden, has it rained a lot by any chance?! Go back in to the house pick up the weeks post and hide it under a magazine. Give an extra hug to the daughter you have left in charge of the house now that you can see she has tidied up well after her *gathering*. Pick some blooms for the kitchen, now it feels like home again. At no time during any of this must you allow the word laundry to enter your head, for that my friends is fatal 🥂Happy home!