Mist on scene
Friday, October 7th, 2005Michelle’s poorly, so the girls and I found ourselves in the park early-ish …
Michelle’s poorly, so the girls and I found ourselves in the park early-ish …
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 …
I had the opportunity this evening to look after Sophie while Michelle and Jo went shopping …
Michelle got to read Josie the Smartest Giant in Town …
Michelle introduced a new evening routine yesterday – always risky, but this seems to be paying off in a big way …
The Three spent the afternoon at Willows Farm while I spent the day at our server farm …
There is something obscene about the way a train will stop and stuff even more passengers …
I know, I know, I haven’t written for ages. Two whole days …