Aaah, a nice restful Sunday. Dinner is nearly cooked - a proper group effort. John and Sherlock did all the vegetables, Mycroft and I did the beef, and it all smells stunning. This is what life's about, right?
As you all know, picked up the new bike on Friday. It's just...I can't even explain how brilliant it is to have a bike again.
I've also never been as terrified, leaving the dealer, brand new bike under me, John on the back...I've never run in a bike with a pillion before, or scrubbed new tyres, so we just had a smooth ride planned, nothing too fast or too slow, me trying to balance out the revs, getting used to the thing. So we had an easy ride planned, up to Borehamwood, where there is (glad to say it's still there) a really excellent espresso bar. Of course, this took us straight past Hendon. Where I trained to be a rozzer, all those years ago.
So, because John pulled one of those faces which is impossible to resist, we went in to try our luck.
Luckily I do know a couple of people who work up there sometimes, training and things, so I dropped some of the right names and we were allowed to have a little wander around. Of course, it's all changed since I was there. But some things are the same. It was a bit of a blast from the past, and quite fun to wander around with Danger. It's called the 'Crime Academy' now - which I sort of think sounds like we're training up criminals, rather than coppers. Some things are still there, though - a full courtroom mock up, things like that. And the driving school.
Anyway, all too soon it was time to head back into town. I had wanted to spend the whole afternoon out on the bike...but Danger made me go to school.
Anyway, I know he wants to tell you about that.
Yesterday morning I had to shoot into work quickly - just to check a few things about the suspects I had charged over the gang stabbing. It was just amazing being able to get to the yard on the bike, get my work done and shoot straight home again. No more being stuck on tube trains or any of that. Brilliant. The bike is amazing in the London traffic - it's so easy to move around, through the gaps, so responsive. Danger thinks I'm just making excuses to go places on it now...
Both Mycroft and Sherlock have sat on it, when it's parked. Mycroft is easily tall enough to ride on the back, so I'm going to borrow a helmet from someone I think - or, in a pinch, he could wear Danger's - and let him have a go on the back somewhere quiet or off-road. And if he likes it, we'll buy him a bit of gear, then I can drop him off at class, or pick him up if needed.
Right, think I should check on dinner.