We've not lived within stone-throwing distance of our children since they flew the nest in their late teens. They've been all over the world rather than within a short distance of chez nous.
But recently that has changed and we now have my oldest living just a few hundred yards away.
I hope you can imagine my pleasure when recently, at about 7.30am, I came out of the park after my early morning Billy-emptying walk, and bumped into a panting Kimbo half way through his morning jog.
"Hello" a voice had said behind me. Yes it was he! What a lovely surprise. I suddenly had a warm fuzzy feeling that we were 'at home'.