I never sleep well on the day before nights. No matter how much I tell myself I should try and start my body adjusting, it just doesn't work.
So this morning I got up with the boys and Danger, we got everyone off to school/tutors, and then headed out to get some supplies.
Once back at the house things got very hot and steamy. And Danger helped me strip (or we helped each other strip, I suppose). Peeling back the layers was very very satisfying. And quickly followed by exploring some cracks and some careful filling.
Whilst we waited for it to go hard we had a short break, wherein I discovered that Danger has some sort of fetish for ripped jeans and dirty t-shirts. Mind you, there are worse things to be than the good Doctor's bit of rough. I think this had something to do with me discovering, during the stripping phase, that the bit of lovely smooth taught skin between Danger's t-shirt and waistband is irresistible. Or at least I couldn't resist it. Well, I didn't try that hard.
He has to reach up for lots of things. He's a little bit 'don't call me short', you know? (He isn't short, he's a perfectly normal height. The world just conspires to put things out of his reach. Or that might just be me, upon discovering how lovely he looks reaching for things. I honestly have no idea how all those mugs got up on that shelf in the kitchen. No idea.) Which led to the further discovery that Danger is quite ticklish. And Dangerous when you tickle him.
Then we got on with the decorating. Hah.
No, seriously, it was nice to see the horrible old wallpaper coming down, back to fairly decent plaster, and we even got some paint patches up for Mycroft to look at.
Danger insisted I should try and have a nap. Which somehow led to him having to have one too, which was lovely.
And now I'm at work. In the drizzle, reviewing murder cases.
Mycroft, tell John which colours you like. Sherlock, discuss what you'd like done, and whilst we're waiting for Mycroft's first coat to dry we can get on with your room, okay?
John, relax.
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It sounds like the two of you had a very good day - that's always nice to hear!
We did.
Until work went and got in the way. It won't last - by Thursday I'll be a wreck. So got to make the most of it! I do enjoy being around in the daytime. I can ALMOST imagine I don't have to go to work at all.
I'm glad to hear that this potentially mundane task got all the innuendo it deserves. Well done.
The earlier I have to get up in the morning, the worse I sleep. It's ridiculous, and I feel your pain about not sleeping before nights.
Luckily, when I was getting up at 4:45AM for work, I was working for my father. Nine hours of scrambling around scaffolds on three hours sleep was made bearable by him making me hot tea at breaks.
Argh, three hours' sleep. Don't worry, Mycroft, I do know how to use possessive apostrophes.
What Des said. XD
the good Doctor's bit of rough
THAT's what you can put on your census form.
And I am not ticklish!
OR SHORT.
So why did you jump and squeal whenever I failed to resist the urge to grab you? My hands weren't that cold.
And I know you're not short. But if I upturned two paint tins later and put strings through them so you could wear them on your feet then you could reach the top shelf of the kitchen cupboards.
I shall be out of here soon. Keep the bed warm for me!
But you do think I'm a bit of rough?
I think you like the idea, and I think it's slightly more believable than Jedi ninja spy.
Nonsense. Everyone who sees me clearly thinks I'm a Jedi ninja spy. And you still have to put super-nanny on yours. And fetch me tea whilst you're down there supposedly washing brushes but apparently blogging. I think I may have found a portal to another world under Sherlock's wallpaper. Which would explain a lot, actually.
(predictive text made me into a Jesus ninja spy. I know I'm god-like in many ways, but that may be pushing it.)
It only explains a lot if he brought it with him from Devon. I'm down here blogging again, sort of. Do you want biscuits? Or probably lunch would be healthier? Or, you know, sleep.
I wouldn't put it past him.
Yes to lunch, but I want to finish stripping this wall and get the red testers up first, to see which looks least like a bloodbath. Then it'll be dry after we've eaten.
I vote for Claret. Or Iron Rust.
I slept this morning, anyway, when you were out taking the boys to school/tutoring. And I think I need coffee now. Maybe about a.gallon of it?
You surrendered the great Red Battle? No shots fired?
One wall only! And no black ceiling. We're going a less overall Hellish look.
L - felt like this was something you would enjoy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiW4gnaqCv4&feature=player_embedded
Just one wall, as Danger says. And not blinding bright red. And no black anywhere, I hope.
But the arse of Danger's jeans has been greatly enhanced by the addition of a red handprint. Nobody tell him.
There are a few very select holes I enjoy, Danger. You're in possession of most of them.
Here's a video I think YOU will enjoy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVUwO-RaAMw
I wore those jeans out to get takeaway, you b*stard!
I think you're just obsessed with that video because you used to be that bloke, DI Guyliner.
Well I'm sure the general population of London will have enjoyed that immensely. They probably think they're just designer jeans. It'll be all the rage soon.
And I can assure you if I was that bloke, I would NOT have been after that girl. I may have been jealous of your crush on her though...
What are you doing? I'm re-arranging some horrible pictures of a murder to make up a new case board. And trying to find a map that isn't so full of pin holes it looks like a Death Star has been at the London streets blasting holes in them.
I'm watching Sherlock show Mycroft the first episode of My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic. I've never seen Mycroft look so baffled. And this after he spent half an hour or so explaining the basics of differential calculus to Sherlock.
Quick, get a camera! See, Mycroft could probably sit and chat to Stephen Hawkin about the origin of the universe with ease. My Little Pony is probably COMPLETELY unfathomable to him. Now he knows how I feel 99% of the time talking to the two of them!
Did you get the photo I texted you? My face looks pretty much the same. You should make your team watch it if you get too bored and video them for youtube. It'd be an instant hit. And then you'd all get fired.
My team are, of course, never bored. Being that we're all professionals with serious jobs to do.
Nightshift is a different beast. But it's not morally right to hope someone gets murdered. It's not even as if Sal's here to distract me.
And I clearly have a guilty conscience, because when you talk about showing my team videos that would get me sacked my mind went to a completely different place. Mainly involving you starring in what I'm sure would be a VERY popular video.
You must be the only person on Earth whose minds goes immediately from cartoon horses to dirty films.
Believe me, it didn't even get to cartoon horses.
Straight to err...adult films.
But your mind clearly wasn't far behind. I might have meant I was going to start a Super-Nanny series. 'Danger Nanny! How to raise your kids the Dangerous way'.
Not the only person at all! Here's a quiz that did the rounds a while ago: are these names of My Little Ponies, or porn stars?
http://www.brunching.com/pornorpony.html
I'm no longer sure I should click on links in my own blog at work.
Although I could link it to a case, I suppose.
And thank you, Amy. I think Danger truly thinks I'm a dirty old man and no one else sees that the things he says are just clearly rude.
Why would anyone take down that incredibly expensive, obviously NEW, gorgeous wallpaper? Does no one here know that Victorian retro is in? They're even starting to remake the carpet patterns!
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