the adlards

Not me. I’m ill, tired, cranky and more vitriolic than the retiring runner-up in a national election. Not that I’d say anything of course …

The discerning toddler has a well-developed appreciation of fine televisual animation …

There was a woman in Nero’s this morning (I spent my Sunday morning in the office testing the new WAN implementation) who was …

We were the only people in our favourite Chinese at lunchtime today. They always make a fuss of Josie and today they put The Simpsons on the 60-inch plasma …

I found it ever so slightly disconcerting this afternoon when, standing precariously balanced at the very top of a ladder, I felt a vice-like grip encircle each ankle …

It occurs to me, having just spent three hours of my Friday evening reforecasting the IT budget for the next eight months, that although I never have actually swung birches, Robert Frost was certainly onto something there. I must be in a comtemporary-American-pastoral-poetry sort of mood. If I was a contemporary American you’d be in […]

Josie knows the McDonalds jingle. She must have been watching grown-up tele at a friend’s house because I’m sure junk food companies don’t target two-year-olds …

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 …

There was once a man …