the adlards

I’ve trimmed links to dead (or, in some cases, barely alive) blogs from the list. No offense intended …

The recipe said “cool oven for 2-2 1/2 hours”. My cool oven was 40 degrees too cool, so 4 1/2 hours later the cakes were done. They look OK. This is our wedding cake recipe and is awesum … cakes now in the top of a cupboard wrapped in cloths soaked in brandy and sherry […]

Except for our sandpit, which didn’t quite wait for the end of the treehouse before beginning. Pics in the gallery. Don’t ask about the treehouse.

Never a dull moment. Daytime. Night-time. Anytime. I wouldn’t trade being a father-of-girls for anything. Michelle and I were laughing yesterday about the number of people who have commiserated or said to her, “Oh your poor husband” on hearing that we’d had another girl. Now there’s a wonderful cultural anachronism still alive and well. Emily […]

… in the gallery

New pics in the gallery today.

I reproduce these here with some trepidation – they’re not mine but they accurately mirror my still-forming view. They’re here because I get asked what I think (and ocassionally I like to). “The most important thing any teacher has to learn, not to be learned in any school of education I ever heard of, can […]

Dad, it’s a good thing I’ve got a spare thumb. One that I suck and one spare in case my sucking-thumb hand gets hurt.

This weekend just past I found a notebook of mine from 1994, here is my log of petrol fill-ups driving from Cape Town to Grahamstown at the end of that year: R63,63 Pinelands R42,50 Heidelberg R42,60 Plettenberg Bay R11,86 Storms River R33,40 Colchester This morning I put R50 into my nearly-empty tank and it looks […]

Pics from Christmas and New Year in the gallery …