the adlards

For the moment it’s a bright sunshiny day. And it’s FRIDAY …

… That makes it a barbeque weekend, which means there won’t be an organic lamb chop to be had for love or money in any supermarket by 10am tomorrow …

“Now Josie, listen to daddy, look at me. [Holding her gently by the shoulders] We’re going to wake up baby very quietly – look at me please – we’re going to go into baby’s room very quietly and quietly wake her up. No-one’s going to shout ‘Wake up, baby!’, okay?”

There is much confusion in the English speaking world on the subject of pancakes. As with snow, we’re limited to a single word to describe something which, if you actually get close enough for it to matter, displays startling variety. I did nothing to alleviate this confusion today, and have no doubt that having run […]