Slowly, yet surely, familiar things are coming out of boxes and home is starting to look like home again.

I don't think I'll ever forget pulling up on the driveway, 1000 miles and three days behind us ... all I wanted was an ice cold beer on the patio and some good family conversation.

What I got was, obviously very different!

Now it all seems so long ago and far away. Just every now and then, I come across a photo-frame or some other knick-knack, still encrusted with a piece of drywall (irony noted), or catch a musty smell on a piece of clothing and realise just how surreal the last three months have really been.