the adlards

It was a stunningly beautiful morning …

It is traditional, on one’s wedding day …

Josie moving far too fast for me to catch her front-on with my phone. “Michelle, you’re a fairy, a star, and a saint all rolled into one.” “What? A fart?” She really is very quick. We woke still all full of colds and flu and exhaustion but, HEY!, it’s Bank Holiday weekend. We were in […]

I woke up this morning to Josie on one of those perpetual yell-loops, “Mummy. Daddy. Mummy. Daddy.” etc ad nauseum …

In the knowledge that health, wealth and wisdom matter to us all I thought I’d remind you that tequila helps with the former and caffeine with the latter …

Just updated the gallery

If I thought that the mere fact of living abroad would render him immune to prosecution I would publish Tim’s pictures …

Not me. I’m ill, tired, cranky and more vitriolic than the retiring runner-up in a national election. Not that I’d say anything of course …

The discerning toddler has a well-developed appreciation of fine televisual animation …

I had the opportunity this evening to look after Sophie while Michelle and Jo went shopping …