The website of Alice Bartlett

At my local park run there are some bollards, and when people run through them in a crowd, they put their hands in the air and some yell “BOLLARDS!”.

Eight years ago, for my firstborn’s first birthday, instead of a normal present, we bought her a plank on the Crystal Palace bridge (to be built) engraved with her name.

At park run this week I recognised the woman scanning my barcode as a local legend.

I learnt a new word this week - adrenache.

A week in France.

Big August energy as I methodically pick my way through the days until we leave for France.

Still no rain.

In Soho I note that the pavements have gone a strange colour.

Last Sunday we packed up the maximum our Corsa E could handle (volumetrically speaking) and headed to Wowo.

The water butts are now out of water, except for the hard to reach dregs.

I did think, fleetingly, that I’d actually be quite into it if England won the men’s world cup.

C has really got the hang of empathy appeals lately.

Evening.