BORED.
(I probably shouldn't have said that, John's trying to stop him saying it. Especially very loudly in the middle of class, when his teacher's talking. Sorry John.)
What a come-down after yesterday. Grey London, rainy, grey office, slightly too cold, smirking Sergeant bringing me coffee with a 'look' on her face and implying I may be short on sleep.
But on the bright side, my intray is now less than half full (about as good as it ever gets). And no one's killed anyone on my patch for days now.
Saw this yesterday, almost bought it for Doctor Danger: Cuddly 'lovemaking' microbes. Would possibly need to find a willing lesbian couple though, and swap a sperm and an egg cell...(the other things are Kissing Disease, Penicillin, and a pink Amoeba). Think he'd appreciate it? (You can also get one with Herpes, Pox etc. in it, but not sure that gives out the right message!)
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I AM BORED THOUGH
AND PHOBOS ATE A SOFA CUSHION AND THE FEATHERS ARE EVERYWHERE IN THE FLAT AND JOHN IS VERY ANGRY.
I hope you're helping him clear up then.
And stop typing in all capitals.
I'm not helping because they're Mycroft's dogs, and he's helping, but more sneezing than helping, really.
I was typing in capitals because old people need big writing.
Where are you? John is less angry when you're here. Come here.
Gee, thanks. My eyesight is fine, for an old bloke.
I'm at work, and I think you could make John a lot less angry by helping him and Mycroft clean up. Please?
I've helped. Can I come back to your work? I want to see it all, and it's not fair Mycroft's been to your office and I haven't, I've only been downstairs.
Well done.
And if you behave really well, you can come for a short visit sometime, yes.
Eeee, Giant Microbes! <3 My friend got a rhinovirus for me when I kept coming down with colds.
Be careful Sherlock doesn't pick the lock on the door to the archives when he's there!
I'm afraid I must veto giant microbes (although they are almost frighteningly cute) due to the inevitable day I get a call from Sherlock's teacher asking why I let him bring a plush sperm in to school.
Thank you for getting Sherlock to help clear up the mess. It did indeed make me less angry. They may not have been his dogs, but it was his bloody jam than stuck the feathers to everything.
The thought of rogue escape sperm hadn't occurred to me... (in this context).
Perhaps in payment you could try to convince him I'm not actually THAT decrepit, even if I am a bit grey around the edges.
It was not my fault! Phobos is very well behaved! Sherlock knows how he is around jam!
Whoa! Fault was never mentioned! And I had no idea there was jam involved!
I'm just glad you both helped clear it up. (And that I wasn't there)
You are SO glad you weren't here.
I'm afraid the "old people" bit may be my fault - an attempt to convince him not to jump on us first thing in the morning. Old people need more sleep, you know.
Right. Thanks. I think?
You should go to bed earlier like you make me. Then you'd be awake to do fun things in the morning.
Lestrade, I know what you're thinking right now - don't say a word!
As long as you know what I'm thinking then I don't need to say a word.
What's he thinking, John? And how do you know?
Get your jacket and we'll talk about it on the way to Tesco. We need more jam.
L - do you want to come for dinner? Should I get anything else while we're there?
Very tempting...but I'm trying to clear some of my laundry mountain so I've got clean shirts for work. And get rid of the furry things from my fridge. I think I've been neglecting this place recently.
I should get a day off in the week though, for working today, if you want to do something when the boys are at school. (And I don't mean that sort of something. I mean...something! Although that sort of something would be nice too...)
I think you're just trying to avoid the aftermath of the feathers. Can't blame you really.
Yes, I would certainly be happy to do something~ later in the week.
I'd rather have feathers than some of the things I've found in the salad drawer...would Sherlock like some of them as experiments into creating new life-forms?
And there's a fascinating new report on the decomposition rates of flesh in different conditions I might read over dinner. Mycroft, you want that when I'm done with it?
I'm positive he would, but NO.
...How can you be grossed out by millipedes and then read that while you're eating? Also Mycroft says yes please.
Because the report doesn't have a lot of unnecessary legs and couldn't creep up on me? And doesn't look so...evil?
I'm only saying! I'm a doctor for god's sake, I've definitely seen more dead bodies than you have, and yet this would not be my choice for light reading over dinner.
Oh god. Stop being so damn cute. ALL OF YOU. NOW. XD
I've never been called 'cute' in my life until I had this blog. To my knowledge, anyway. I'm not sure it's doing my image as a double hard bast*rd copper any good at all.
Nope, I have to agree with stellary, for a hard nosed cop and a gun wielding ex-soldier you two are surprisingly adorable
L - Do all you double hard bastard coppers s*lf c*nsor like that? Am I going to be in trouble for writing naughty words in your blog?
I was trying to be a responsible adult when I know the boys read this.
Although I know Mycroft can probably say bastard in about 12 languages, so I don't really know why I bothered.
Trills - Can we say, for my sanity, 'ex-gun-wielding ex-soldier'? Because a. I don't want to think about and b. I don't want anyone else to think about it and c. I hope it never has reason to be wielded again. but you're right, John is adorable. Especially when I imagine him covered in feathers and jam...
Fourteen. I can say it in ancient Greek now, he taught me. Though I can't spell it.
And stop imagining anything to do with me, jam, and feathers! You bast*rd.
Why does it matter that Lestrade's Mum and Dad weren't married, John? Are you being mean to him? Because you say it's not nice to be mean.
I'm not being mean, love. That word has more meanings than just the literal one (I've no idea if his parents were married or not), and I would be happy to discuss them with you in the morning. And by morning, I mean after dawn. Right now, it's past time for you to sleep.
But I want another murder story from Lestrade. And you can't stop me commenting until you find your phone which I've got.
And when I say I'm not being mean you say I am and it's not up to the person who's saying it, but the person who it's about. So I HAVE to stay up and ask Lestrade if you're being mean. And I'm not tired.
Sorry, no stories tonight. And you're welcome to ask him anything you like. In the morning. I'll be up in two minutes to tuck you in. This is not up for discussion.
YOU'RE MEAN
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