Today I shall be mostly tired.
John and I stayed up far too late. Well, we went to bed, but then we talked for a long time - because there's a lot to talk about, most of which isn't suitable for the boys to hear (and not even the interesting sort of things they shouldn't hear, but the boring side of it).
Anyway, it's good to talk, so they say. Better to talk whilst all wrapped up in a hug. And my mood did indeed improve. Sorry for being on a downer yesterday. Everything got a bit on top of me.
Bryan took those pictures John put up. He was (is?) an artist/photographer/layabout/waste of space. Not in that order.
Don't think John or I are really natural talkers about our feelings, but we're trying. And mainly sort of succeeding. He's a very good listener. And gives good practical advice. Or just agrees that some situations are just crap, no advice needed.
Anyway, that meant we probably didn't sleep until the early hours - and then this morning Sherlock came into our room at about 5 and literally didn't stop talking before I left for work. I only got away from him to have a shower because Danger distracted him with some toast! And by the time I was shaving he was back, sitting on the toilet cistern and telling me about his science classes, and liquid nitrogen. I told him there was a place in Camden where you coukd go and they'd make liquid nitrogen ice cream right there in front of you, for you to eat. By the time he got into the kitchen to tell John nabout this it had transformed from me telling him about it to me promising to take us all there, apparently.
One of the very good things about the science classes (apart from him loving them) is that it gives Mycroft a bit of time alone with John too, so yesterday they went looking at bikes together, and did some studying in the park in the sunshine, which has to be healthier than being locked in his bedroom.