I think this visit is just to meet the Masters and look around, and then later in the holidays there are days when Mycroft can meet other pupils who'll be starting there.
He's been really good with Sherlock so far in the holidays - I know it's only a few days in, but it's lovely to see.
John and I are doing fairly well on the running front. Which is good - I think first practice may be next week. Although he let me off tonight, because I look tired, apparently. I take back what I said about him being a slave driver.
The holidays seem to be filling up with things to do - camping, visiting Nicky and her lot, school things, pond digging, all of that. Wish I could spend more time with them all. It's not too bad when I know they're at school, but now I can just imagine them all out doing stuff without me. But they deserve the fun. Can't begrudge them that - or the time spent together.
Oh, totally forgot (my mind is going at the moment, I swear), I meant to put this up:
You can't see the detail, really. But it's perfect. A tiny girl and a cow. It's painted on a wall in an alleyway that I walk through quite often. It's no taller than my shoe. And the other night I dreamt about it. So I thought I should take a picture before it gets washed away/painted over. I wonder who put it there. And why. I bet most people don't see it.