the adlards

Michelle was going out for the evening. The girls were both down by 7.45 … I was going to get to read! A real book!

Bilbo Baggins will turn eleventy-one again this evening despite the lack of any good red wine.

With great power comes great responsibility. Unless, apparently, you manage a nuclear reactor in a developing nation, carry enough storage capacity in your pocket to hold a couple of mid-sized libraries, or are able arbitrarily to publish your rambling thoughts to an unlimited audience of intensely interested strangers …

Not only do we get clothes from our grannies, we get them “thrown in” from other people’s too. That’s right, we started the day at an 8am car boot sale.

Michelle’s poorly, so the girls and I found ourselves in the park early-ish …

I realised again today that not only do I have very poor posture …

Turns out it was an eclipse of the sun …

I was sitting on the deck this evening, enjoying a rather good merlot with bicuits, when the sitting room door opened and out came Josie. Her eyes lit up predictably when she saw the biscuits …

Today’s highlight was having a quiet coffee together while the girls put Phil and Ted’s Most Excellent through it’s sleeper paces …

was on the train with me going to work yesterday …