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There’s a certain rhythm to your home town. We’re back home almost a year and that familiarity somehow throws a reassuring arm around you.

Spuds have come to the boil, salmon is ready to plate, veg is spot on, but no “daddy, daddy, bum bum”.

A couple of heavy hits this week. We got through Mother's Day with a nod of the head to the skies and were quickly followed by Gill's birthday today.

We have a star outside our back door. No, seriously, a real star. Up in the sky, but right outside our back door.

This big eejit has been with us every step of the way. Hard to believe Paddy is six today for he has no more sense now than the day Gill and I picked him up from Glasgow.