There is no place like home...

...home is where the heart it, wherever I lay my hat that's my home (depends how you interpret that one) that's the truth not only (a) because I love London so much but (b) because after all the travel and sights nothing is quite a nice as crawling into your own bed, or this this case the sofa to watch the end of the US open.

Still not quite home yet, on the tube from heathrow (I love flying into there because you get to fly over the city) but I can feel home and bed calling!!