Expect the unexpected...

There's a lot of things I probably should talk about.

Some here, some to John, some to...I don't know, some deity who'll listen?

But for now, after the day we've all had here, something completely different.




Sally is responsible for both of the first two. Anyone would think she thought I needed cheering up earlier.


She says this is how she imagines my 'bedtime stories' going with Sherlock: (Sherlock, Mycroft, if you watch this I WILL KNOW. And punishment will be forthcoming. Don't.)



And she threw these at me and called me a 'freak' for liking Marmite earlier:

Yup, cashew nuts, coated in Marmitey stuff, baked. Delicious. I've already eaten half the bag. And not told John.

Sherlock (under the firm guidance of Mrs Hudson) baked us biscuits today. In the shape of hearts (Mrs H insisted), snakes, spiders (crunchy legs) and a random hippopotamus...no idea why. The snakes and spiders are because his class are going on a school trip, to handle some. All the ones confiscated off smugglers through Heathrow Airport.

John's going to go too, to prevent Sherlock getting away with half their creatures. I might go, depending on a lot of things.

Mycroft helped cook this evening. He's going to be a great cook. He's got a really good sense of what works together. And he's patient. He'll outclass me easily.

And John...he's just been fantastic today. I am so, so lucky to have him in my life.