I'm just back from a short trip to India, and thoughts of home and what it means to me is invading my mind at the moment.

So glad to be home where the sky is a beautiful clear blue, after Mumbai's smoggy air, but glad to have visited the home country of our newest family members - my daughter-in-law and her family who still live where she grew up. WE went there for her Indian wedding to our son, after their Australian wedding much closer to home, last year.

And sooooo glad to be back home with our dog, and their dogs too, which we're looking after until they're owners are back from their long delayed honeymoon!

Home is where the hound is/hounds are? Yes!