There seems to be a recurring theme on these blogs at the moment, which this ecard sums up.
Danger, you and I...
Well, last night was unwelcome in a number of ways.
1. I hate nightshifts with no warning. I was already knackered from ice-skating and having a brilliant day out with John and the boys, looking forward to an evening on the sofa. And then I get a call that someone's phoned in sick. Now, there's no bloody WAY I'm risking being either knackered or called in for our date tomorrow night, so I thought I'd just go in, do the shift, then be in the clear.
2. The place we've set up the obbo in a building which is pretty horrible and old, derelict and spooky. There were so many noises. Three times I went to investigate, just in case we'd been made and the gang were creeping up on us to do away with us. It wasn't very nice. And cold. And smelly. And there were times, in the wee small hours, where if the bloke I was working with had smoked I'd have bludgeoned him to death for his fags. Lucky for him he didn't.
3. There was no way I could get out of the meetings and briefings I had today, so it meant I was awake for over 24 hours before I even got to work for a 12 hr shift this morning...
On the bright side, yesterday we all went ice skating, which was fantastic fun. Mycroft is brilliant, and very patient as we wobbled about and fell over. Sherlock was a menace, but had a lot of fun.
Then we went to buy some bike gear. The showroom had some bikes in it, and both the boys were allowed to climb on them, by a very kind shop assistant.
I bought a helmet.
Some armoured jeans:
And a new pair of gloves. I shall let Danger tell you what he bought, if he wants.
I escaped work early today in the end. Fell asleep on the tube, so still ended up getting home late, via an unintended trip to Wembley. Now Sherlock is desperate for a story, as tomorrow John and I will be doing 'boring' things (I can only assure you all I won't find them boring.) and after that I'm actually scheduled for nights...but then, on Friday, we shall go and pick up the bike! (Danger - the boys won't need picking up until about 3/4ish, will they? I want us to get out for a ride in the afternoon.)
Oh, and surprisingly, 'Dog the size of ants' won the poll by the smallest of margins. Which is a surprise, as the rather boring 'neither' was winning all week. And twenty-something of you wanted ants the size of dogs (That's what I voted for, too.)
New poll up any moment.