the adlards

Well, Bilbo turned eleventy-one this morning on the train (belatedly), and Michelle’s out to dinner this evening. The girls are sleeping (long may they remain so), and I may actually get to read this evening. Quietly. Without interruption.

Wouldn’t that be something.

I thought I’d give you a little insight into my day. Below is a page of notes from one of my meetings. I know you can’t read it (I’m not professionally suicidal) … . It consists of some of my thoughts about my budget for next year, most of the text of “The Gruffalo’s Child” (verbatim), and one fully dismantled pen (at top of picture). Nuff said.

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