As part of a new project, I’m starting to think around what home really means; for everyone really, but here’s my starter for ten. Feel free to leave your own thoughts after the jump. I’d love to read them.
- Fresh stocks in a vintage enamel jug on the kitchen table
- A kitchen warmed sweet by baking banana bread
- Soft, corner lighting
- Fresh sheets & plump pillows on a newly-made bed
- Pushing the plunger on a steaming cafetiere
- The kitchen table covered in the detritus of Sunday papers
- BBC Radio 4
- Time dissolving in an un-putdownable book
- A long-brewed teapot of peppermint tea
- The cloud of roast dinner hitting you as you come in from the cold on a Sunday afternoon
- Dinner Jazz on Jazz FM
- Two hours of uninterrupted Sky+ catch-up
- The chattering of two radios on opposing stations, battling for supremacy
- The irritable motor of the hoover
- Furniture polish
- The double click of the front door lock and the inevitable schlump of the door closing behind
- Distant droning aeroplanes
- Test Match Special
- Dogs barking; followed by their name bellowed, a call for silence
- The late night Shipping Forecast
What means home to you?
The Writing's on the Wall 
The Shipping Forecast. Without a doubt. Always in the kitchen with a cup of tea and a slice of toast.