Home is where the heart is, or so the general consensus seems to be. In many ways I feel like I have come home now, everything has regained some kind of order, the cobwebs no longer have the larger share of the house and there has been a lot of culling of clothes and toys. I have also bitten the proverbial bullet and said goodbye to the last remnants of baby things for Dominic. His cot is gone, smaller clothes that probably still fit, but boast labels saying they are made to fit so-and-so months old have been passed on ...