the adlards

I had the opportunity this evening to look after Sophie while Michelle and Jo went shopping …

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 …

The table arrived as promised today – very impressive service. It’s my kind of furniture, too heavy to lift and with six little hardwood dowels to be banged into …

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

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 …

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 […]

No more tipping potties out seruptitiously under public benches – we have a potette! …