So...I went to work, spent all day furiously doing something - not entirely sure what - in preparation for whatever might happen regarding this change in the law. Or not change in the law. Or new parliamentary ruling which means the old law stays. Or...God only knows what.
John met me at lunchtime, though, and bought me a very nice panini and a coffee.
Got home (on the bike - not entirely sure Danger has forgiven me yet. His face was VERY disapproving when I got home. Especially when he realised I'd ditched the crutches at work...), John and Mycroft cooked a wonderful dinner.
Sherlock got in a properly black mood with me for not letting him see some crime scene pictures I had (brutal murder. I'd have had to call social services on myself if he'd seen them), so he has spent his time since, we've just discovered, tying/threading/attaching/binding every single thing (almost) in our bedroom together, with dental floss. About 2 miles of it, in my estimation.
I'm tempted to sleep on the sofa. Or the living room floor.
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God, I hope Sherlock didn't find your "supplies" while he was flossing the contents of your room :-)
And presumably John must have forgiven you a bit if he helped cook you a lovely dinner?
Were you affected much by the strike? I read somewhere that a lot of the civilian staff in the Met were out today.
Now I've seen it, I have a certain reluctant admiration.
He's still undoing the lot before he goes to bed though. So that's where I'll be for the next hour or so, supervising.
Are we going to go from everything tied together to everything in shreds, when he takes the scissors to it all?
Make sure I have at least one suit left for work? Actually, I've got one at the yard...
Nameless - Supplies are hidden in a locked box, up very high. Spontaneity's great, right?
Well, Mycroft recruited John as a sous-chef. Don't know how forgiven that makes me.
And to be honest, everything was so completely chaotic today, I didn't even notice. There might have been a few faces missing, canteen seemed a bit empty, but my team's all coppers. Coppers with no bloody clue how to do the job at the moment.
since most of the 5 year olds I deal with don't have enough patience to tie both shoe laces I'm impressed!!
Kira
xoxo
L - you're forgiven. I know how happy that thing makes you, and there was no serious harm done.
He will be unpicking knots on the things that might be damaged otherwise. It will be very, very boring, and I will no doubt be horrible and mean by the end of it.
Ladeigh - Sherlock can be very dedicated to wrongdoing, when he wants.
Danger - You, horrible and mean? Never. You could practice some knots though. I might let you test some on me, one day. ha.
knee is probably iced enough for you to do that physio torture stuff on me sometime. Want to wait until spider-boy has finished?
Oh wow, Sherlock's creative. XD Maybe you can get him interested in knitting. XD
L - Unless you want to come do it (by which I mean the physio...) on the bed. I think it'd be a really bad idea to leave him alone with all this.
You could practice some knots though.
I know plenty of knots already.
I agree it would be a bad idea.
I can wait for the torture, oddly enough. Sherlock would derive way too much pleasure at seeing me in pain tonight, anyway. He'd probably do some sort of wrestling move, leap on me elbows first from the bedhead or something to finish the job on my ribs.
I know plenty of knots already.
Practice makes perfect though, Danger.
Just think of the havoc Sherlock could wreak if he ever was angry with his roommate at uni. Or anywhere else.
On a happier note: I'm glad you're recuperation is going well.
Practice makes perfect though, Danger.
Hmmm. Do I need to be in practice? Something you're not telling me?
As long as you can do a decent Fisherman's Loop, we're probably all good.
I do, in fact. Does it actually have an application in fishing?
Rumour has it that it was the knot fishermen used to send home to their girls. If it came back tied tight it meant the girl accepted their proposal...
Hence the expression 'to tie the knot'.
But I just like it because it doesn't cut off the circulation to your hands if you pull on it...and it's easy to undo. (hey, it's just a different sort of romance).
Nice lady taught me that, when her client died of a heart attack whilst under her...er....tender loving care? And she was accused of manslaughter.
Huh. Never heard that story before, interesting. Well, we're set in either case.
Was she convicted?
Nope. She was innocent - wasn't her fault he died on the job. That's how I found out about the whole knots thing. He could've untied himself anytime, if he'd wanted.
his family just took exception, because they didn't know his preferences ran that way. Cried foul play, tried to convince my old DI that he must have been forced into it.
Somewhere knocking about in some police file in a deep dark basement is the evidence shot of me tied up in her dungeon - to prove the point. Fully clothed, obviously.
Glad she was innocent, and oh really? That was evidence, was it? Whose idea was that, exactly?
It was my DI's idea. I just happened to be roughly the same height as the dead bloke.
And we did need someone to prove the story that he could easily have freed himself.
She offered me a freebie. I had to decline. She wasn't really my type. Well, that and it would've been illegal.
Ha. I'm quite sad I'll probably never see that photo. Your past just gets more and more interesting.
Done here, and putting Sherlock to bed by the way.
He's going to be knackered in the morning.
Right, I'll come and limber up. A bit of torture before bed's good for the soul, I expect. Or some such bollocks.
Just promise you'll kiss anything you hurt better...
I'm going to be knackered in the morning as well. And now. Don't think he'll do it again though. At least not in our room. I wouldn't mind so much if he did it in his own room.
Just promise you'll kiss anything you hurt better...
Don't I always?
Have a kip when we all leave you in peace tomorrow.
I'll try sleeping through a briefing. Blame the accident.
And you do, yes. Although you managed to hurt more tonight. I'll blame your sleepiness, not my working or bike riding...
Sorry.
Although I'm kind of horrified at the thought of all the things being tied together, you have to give him credit for imagination! I never would have thought to do something like that.
Glad you're feeling better, Lestrade! I hope John kissed everything better. ;P
You know, in all my years as an unholy terror, I never tried that one. Dental floss. Heh. And out of what little sense of decorum I have, I'll refrain from telling Sherlock what I DID do. Though some were, frankly, works of art. Even my mother occasionally had to admire my near criminal deviousness.
Glad everyone is feeling better. Ish.
Toodles,
Bronwyn
I was rather implying, Doc Danger, that the pain was everything to do with my actions and nothing to do with yours...
I'm still finding dental floss. Camouflaged against my shirts - two of which were still connected.
I know. Still sorry. And I was already feeling guilty from Sherlock. Nothing like being called mean for an hour and a half.
Yeah there's more in my shoelaces...
You know I do wonder if Mrs Holmes is reading these entries thinking "I am so glad I can pay people to deal with this."
(But then she's not getting to play Frisbee or cook chicken or watch Sherlock-the-jumping-spider either...)
Don't feel guilty on either of our accounts. And i know, it's tiring being called names. Still, he didn't tell me he wished I was dead this time, which is a step up. Hope he didn't say anything of the sort to you, either?
Seriously, get some kip when the boys are safely at school. If I was there I woukd entice you back to bed...
hey, it's just a different sort of romance
:-D
Hope Sherlock isn't too hideous this morning after his late-night deflossing.
Nameless - I'm almost glad to be at work. He came to find me this morning specifically to tell me he wasn't talking to me. Perish the thought I should leave the house without knowing.
I understand it's very frustrating to have someone not realize you aren't speaking to them. That was a favorite punishment of a roommate in college. She got into an argument about it with roommate #2 who complained that she never did that to me. Roommate #1 announced that she hadn't spoken to me in a week. Roommate #2 looked at me accusingly. I shrugged and said I hadn't noticed which sent Roommate #1 into a meltdown. All that effort wasted.
Yeah, and obvioiusly I wouldn't have realised without him telling me, as I never speak to him when I'm at work (well, unless he gets arrested in Harrods for shoplifting...)
He just found me, tugged on my jeans to get my attention, said "You're mean and horrible and I'm not talking to you now." and proceeded to only nod, shake his head or scowl as I offered him various breakfasting choices.
It does really annoy him when you ignore whatever punishment he has deemed apt for your crime,
Yeah, kids hate it when their punishments don't work.
When Max was younger, about Sherlock's age, he looked at me (I don't remember if he was being punished or just told "No") and said, "I'm not your friend anymore."
I looked at him and said, "I'm sorry to hear that, but I have to be your Mom first."
He wasn't happy about it, but he got the message: Mom doesn't cave to emotional blackmail.
Good for the two of you for getting that lesson.
Goodness. Is there any unused dental floss left?
He just found me, tugged on my jeans to get my attention, said "You're mean and horrible and I'm not talking to you now." and proceeded to only nod, shake his head or scowl as I offered him various breakfasting choices.
I'm surprised he didn't go on a hunger strike.
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