the adlards

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 …

“the dog’s bollocks” as my Best Boss Ever used to say …

Summer’s decided to put in an appearance again. It’s very pleasant when it does …

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

Some days walking to the station feels like wading through chest-deep treacle. Today is one of those days. Every step is an effort and every minute on the platform spent fighting the urge to call in sick. I usually only have these days when I’m really run down. Hadn’t realised that’s where I was, which […]

On the way home today we saw a car that must have been driven by very small people because the roof was so low they only had about an inch of window space to see through …

That’s Adam doing his thing on the bass in the work band – fast becoming an institution, and a very good one at that. Grainy phone picture with no light … I have, as threatened, skipped lunch to retire to my spot under the tree. The Wotton House hotel in Dorking, Surrey should invest in […]

It’s worth noting that feeding your child fruit snacks before letting them spend the afternoon swimming without a swim nappy on is not a recipe for a relaxing afternoon …