the adlards

We don’t have any before and after pics of the house, but here’s a picture of feet …

Having procured Odin’s banqueting table yesterday evening (just another piece of trans-dimensional bric-a-brac) we came back to earth today with a trip to our favourite furniture emporium …

This evening while Michelle and I were eating dinner together we heard a strange thumping sound. It was pretty late, but we thought one of the neighbours must be fixing something (it wasn’t late enough for that but sounded just like it) …

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 …

Josie was on top form this evening, telling me animatedly about her day, apparently spent popping balloons with her friends and then …

So how would you expect two people (who, I remind you, haven’t had a normal night’s sleep for seven weeks, have been fighting off some malicious virus for five days, are responsible for two very small kiddies on a minute-by-minute basis and are just getting into the swing of being a family of four without […]

Seems a lot of people are playing catch today. Hundreds of police playing catch all over London (very, very well I might add); an as-yet unidentified (and now dead) victim of a game of catch between his Cessna and the lawn of the Reichstag; and, most importantly, Josie learning to play catch in our back […]

I found myself today, while walking through Richmond Park with Mark, Anne and Daniel (and the Three), noticing a perfectly ordinary thistle by the side of the path and thinking …