7 June 2011

Dealers, doors and doctors.

so today started out crap. two of my team are off working another case, when i really need everyone and more cfor what we're doing. Still bashing down doors and doing searches.

Was having a bad day - lots of grief from the public. unhappy team, etc.

And then i unwrapped my sandwiches and found this:





John opened his eyes and looked around his tiny, grey bedsit. It hadn't got any better since the night before. His eyes caught on the one spot of color - Greg's card propped against his alarm clock. 


It was extremely pink. Maybe fuchsia. Probably fuchsia. That would make sense. He blinked and looked away, vivid green afterimage hanging in front of his eyes. Give him a call, Greg had said. When he was free some evening. Well, that was basically every damn evening, wasn't it? 


Twenty minutes before the alarm went off. Another hour before the coffee shop on the corner opened. At least six hours before he could reasonably call Greg for another round of increasingly filthy plant-based flirting. 


He wondered what kind of luck he'd have googling Stiff Cock and Sticky Willy in the meantime. 





isn't Danger wonderful? it made me laugh so much. think the team thougt I'd gone mad. Sal grabbed it, when I got enough words out to half explain.

Anyeway, that put a smile on my face like nothing else.

Rest of the day was fairly uneventful, except when we went into a little lock up and the bloke tried to slam his office door in our faces. I instinctively shoved my hand and foot out  - unfortunately, hand hit first, and it wasn't a solid door, even though it was all painted. My hand went straight through the glass. There was a bit of blood, and after we'd arrested the guy (later found he was trying to hide skunk he was dealing) Sal patched me up.

Now I'm home Doctor Danger has cleaned it up and put five stitches in my palm. Much to Sherlock's glee (he watched and learnt), stuck some stiky strips on the ends. and he's mummified my hand in  bandages. hence the poor typing. sorry. one handed.

And he's about to tell me a;ll about the visit from  hs girlfriend today.

23 comments:

John H. D. Watson said...

It wasn't that exciting really, just incredibly random. She's moving to Australia, travelling light, wanted someone to leave her bonsai whatsit (azalea?) with and...thought of me. That's the part I don't quite understand. Well, also wondering how she found me. I haven't seen her for ten years - she's the yoga teacher I told you about.

Greg Lestrade said...

It's a very pretty azalea.

Hmm. As long as she didn't tempt you into the 'eight limbed pose' I suppose I shan't be too miffed. Would have been nice to meet her though. She could have given me tips.

John H. D. Watson said...

If I can convince her to come back and give it someone else less likely to kill it, you can meet her then.

Greg Lestrade said...

We won't kill it! It's a lovely thing. We'll care for it.

You can still invite her back, though. If you want. Be interesting to see what kind of woman you went for. But only if you're happy - don't worry if you're not.

John H. D. Watson said...

Sure, I don't mind. She's a nice girl, you'd like her.

the ex! said...

john, you were easy to find. harry and i are still quite close, you know. i'll email you some yoga poses for partners, they'll be wonderful for that shoulder. it was fantastic to see you so happy, j. thanks for taking care of my baby!

and greg, having now seen your profile picture, i'm very sorry i couldn't stay longer to meet you. damn. oh, and thanks for taking care of my baby <3.

Greg Lestrade said...

And there was I thinking you had good taste in men, Ex.

By 'baby' are you referring to the plant, John, or both?

Both are lovely.

Bronwyn said...

Oh the temptation to ask nosy questions about the ex. Like name, rank, serial number kind of stuff. Not for any reason save that I'm insatiably curious about everyone.

Also possibly because it's more entertaining than the near constant post game analysis of the basketball finals going on around here.
TTFN,
Bronwyn

Elizabeth said...

Also possibly because it's more entertaining than the near constant post game analysis of the basketball finals going on around here.

Do I ever sympathize, Bronwyn.

the ex! said...

i have excellent taste in men! very similar to john's, actually. it's part of the reason we're better off as friends ;)

and i meant both the plant and john. i expect regular photographic updates of both. ooh, or we could skype! do you skype?

Greg Lestrade said...

Do I skype? Not that I'm aware of. I assume it's a computer thing? John can tell you. And if he can't, Mycroft can.

As for photos, plant won't be a problem. John is infuriatingly camera shy.

Are you moving to Oz permenantly? Or just for a while?

the ex! said...

skype is video chat! it's how i'm planning to keep in touch with everyone while i'm gone. i'll be in oz for about six months, volunteering at an ashram down there.

did john show you the poses i emailed?

Greg Lestrade said...

Ah. Mycroft can undoubtedly sort out Skype if John doesnt have it already.

And no, not seen any poses. But I did leave for work just before six this morning, so I expect he'll show me next time I'm there.

And I don't know what he was worried about - even he could keep that plant alive for 6 months.

John H. D. Watson said...

6 months is worse! Just enough time to do it serious harm.

John H. D. Watson said...

L - found the next installment of Greg the Florist while making (extremely late) breakfast just now. Love it, thanks.

Greg Lestrade said...

You've looked after me for 6 months with no serious harm (after the first day).

John H. D. Watson said...

Apart from the stitches, the broken nose, the (probably) E. coli, the head injury... If I'm looking after you, I'm not doing a very good job.

Mazarin221b said...

In honor of the blogs I made Innuendo Bake last night for dinner. (Because it's made with Hot Sausage, we used to call it Hot Sausage Dip until we couldn't stand it anymore and the giggles got too extreme.)

And I'm with John, six months can do some damage. I'm not good with plants, either, though I love them. I have a Peace Lily we recived after my husband's uncle died, and it's not doing too well. It's still alive, 18 months later, but just barely. Perhaps I should re-pot it?

Greg Lestrade said...

John, you made all that stuff BETTER when it happened. Imagine how it would all have turned out without you.

annoyedwabbit said...

Mazarin - about the peace lily, are you watering it with tap water? If you are, and if you're on a city water system that chlorinates the water, the chlorine may be damaging your peace lily. I have a peace lily, and it was in decline until, in a fit of desperation, I changed its water. It's quite happy now. You don't need to buy water, just set a pitcher/jar of tap water out uncovered overnight, and the chlorine will evaporate out.

Mazarin221b said...

Annoyedwabbit - I am watering with tap water. I didn't even think about it. (Yes, I'm a contaminated groundwater specialist, why do you ask? *facepalm*) Thanks so much for the tip!

Anonymous said...

Mazarin, I'm both relieved and amused that I'm not the only person who forgets their own professional advice on the home front.

J&L - right now I want to hug you both, but I don't want to interrupt the intense exchange going on on John's blog. So consider yourselves hugged.

Greg Lestrade said...

Thanks.

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