the adlards

I blame this rapid slump into normality for all that follows …

I finally got around to fitting smoke alarms in the girls’ rooms today …

Work over the road is moving on at pace …

I tore up half the carpet to find a crack of frightening proportions running the length of the room …

The health visitor said that officially we should wait another week, but that kidneys can develop at different rates …

I met the deck-man before work …

Thank you all for your kind words of commiseration. I feel much better now …

… it has to be said, in the interests of expurgating the last remnants of the working week from my tortured psyche, that if my working days were filled with fewer conversations like the one above I would have been assessing tenders today …

This is a skip …

So skippeth the deck-man?