Adrian on the skating rink, with a friend.

Surprisingly often he’s sitting or kneeling on the ice. It’s not that he can’t skate, or won’t skate. He does. But he doesn’t seem to see any particular need to be standing up all the time.

The same is true off the ice, which is why there are holes in all his trousers.

I’m too adult to be so unbothered by holes and stains. Which is almost a little bit sad.