Nothing quite like it.

I've just got back to my seaside home after my first full week in the big smoke. As brilliant as it was - my walks across the Thames, going shopping at lunchtime and drinking copious amounts of tea, there is nothing quite like home.

Little things like the familiarity of local roads, walking into your flat and your housemates being there, knowing where stuff goes in the kitchen and not least, my bed which I love. There's nothing quite like it.

Not the most beautiful it's ever looked, but that's my bed.
Lovely.