the adlards

Something’s up with my body clock. I didn’t set an alarm last night because I decided I probably need some sleep but I woke, wide-eyed, at 6.30 – 5.30 UK time …

Three or four thousand IT people have decended on Cannes like the tide and I’ve been swept along with them …

My youngest child is having a shouting match with a jabberwock right behind me, which is making it a little difficult to get started tonight …

With a quiet bit of deck, a patio heater, good company and an inquisitive robin.

Scintillating Saturday spent cleaning in the morning and shopping for most of the afternoon. I should also mention that we think we’ve found a suitable replacement to the Fart …

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!

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.

The health visitor said that officially we should wait another week, but that kidneys can develop at different rates …

It’s a drizzly Sunday afternoon – my favourite kind …

The picture below belies the Nature of Things …