the adlards

[With dreamy look]: “Mummy … what do you think of Fireman Sam’s face?” This is a dialogue they should definitely work to maintain over the next twenty years or so.

When the Three left home this morning, and I was about to head up to Joburg for three days, Josie said, “Daddy, please write something down so that you don’t forget me.” If you have children you will probably have considered that the only circumstances in which you could possibly forget them are very dire […]

Michelle went to Home Affairs this morning to renew her passport only to be told she’d lost her citizenship and would need to figure out quite where that was before applying for a passport. Three hours and an interview later she couldn’t continue to verify her status because – on my advice – she didn’t […]

cold stone skipping over still waters of sleep never submerging .. en ek weet ek gaan so om twee-uur vanmiddag soos ‘n klip slaap, just to go skipping again tomorrow night. It was a good week. It was still worth it.

I’m just in from a cracking week in the US. An hour or two in Joburg now then home to the three. The week finished with a visit with Tim & Anne in Boston, which was snow-laden and beautiful. Pretty, as they say over there. Beautiful’s a big word. Like wheelbarrow. It was really good […]

It seems strange to be home alone (just the four of us) …

I remember a creperie we used frequent in the summertime …

I was looking away when the last two wickets fell …

Pics from Christmas and New Year in the gallery …

Not that that was necessarily the highlight of the season of course …