Spent the day in court. It's been slow going. Legal wrangling going on for hours. It was pretty tedious.
But over now. Unless i get called back. Can't see what else they could ask me. But you never know.
Started feeling a bit rough this afternoon. Really didn't want to be there after that. Just felt all...like being drunk, dizzy, sort of. And sick.
Sherlock is wildly excited about his sports day tomorrow. I think just because it's a chance to be outside and run about, not because he's particularly competitive at sports. He's asked if there could be a dog race, apparently. I can just imagine how well that would go...
Mycroft seems happy to be going to visit Harrow (less said about Eton the better.) I hope it'll be a good day for him - interesting, and maybe put his mind at rest about a few things. Maybe put ours at rest, too.
When I was at primary school kids in the village didn't want to know us, because they all lived in big farm houses and we were from the council houses. I liked going to big school better, because we all had to get the bus, so no one ever saw where you lived to judge you.
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I think a lot of people would judge our flat too, but I like it.
I suppose we can go to Eton if you and John really want to see it.
Mmm. A central London flat is rather more upmarket than a four bedroom council house in the sticks - but point taken.
All I can see in your second sentence is 'Elton John'.
(We'll do our best to behave and not act like tourists. Promise, Mycroft.)
And like I said, you should go there even if purely to see where your future rivals have spent their youths, ready for meeting them all at uni in a few years.
Did you like your house anyway? It must've been different with so many people in it. I'm glad I don't have to take care of four little Sherlocks.
Did I like it...um...largely, no, not really. But that wasn't the house's fault.
Yeah, it was crowded. Me and Danny in a room, Nicky on her own at first, then with Rachel, and Sam in the box room. Which I wanted. And Mum.
And I'm glad you don't, either. Although you did an amazing job of caring for the one Sherlock you do have.
Four little Sherlocks. The mind boggles. Have fun with field day and with the school visits. I always liked them. Tomorrow, I'll be taking my summer rocketry class out to fire off their multi-stage rockets. I have ten very excited 12 and 13 year olds. It schools be great. I love summer science niceties because I always get kids who are there for love of the subject instead of state requirement.
Toodles!
Bronwyn
Hmm. My phone just autocorrected Bronwyn to my actual name. Interesting.
I'm pretty sure the Dogs of War would win. All the other dogs I've seen there with parents come up to about my ankles.
it's the fact the dogs of war would eat all the other dogs that worries me - I don't think there would ever be a race. just a large fight followed by a dinner for our two.
I have hopes most of them would be too small for ours to bother eating. But you may have a point.
Bedtime? You look exhausted.
yeah, i am.
don't worry if you've still got things to do. I'll drag myself off.
Nothing that won't wait till tomorrow.
Thanks.
not up to anything beyond a cuddle, though. think they drug the coffee in court? feels like they do.
Not unless that judge really had it in for you.
Judge, defendants, defendants families, defence lawyers, you name it. Heh.
I hope you fell better soon, Lestrade, and that it isn't anything serious.
Have fun at the sports day, everyone!
Thanks - feeling a lot better already. Think it was just being stuck in a stuffy court all day.
Glad you're feeling better :-)
Hope the sports day goes well, Sherlock!
Weirdly I think testifying would be one of the hardest parts if I was a police officer. I don't know if the culture is the same in London, but here it's open season on any officer who gets on the stand. The defense is always some version of the officer lying, being crooked, beating people up for no reason, planting evidence. Just nasty, nasty stuff.
I don't think I could deal well with people constantly accusing me of being a liar to my face, and having to stay calm and cool and professional through it all. Had a trial like that last week, the defense atty was seriously NASTY, but the officers were consummate professionals. (We won the trial, too!)
Lestrade you HAVE to come to sports day with John and Mycroft. There's games as well as races and cake and even if it rains we're going to have cake in the school hall and competitions. It starts at half past two and you have to come.
Sherlock, I've got a briefing, but I will be with you as soon as I can.
Lindsay - yeah, sometimes it feels like we get a far harder ride than the defendants ever do. But I guess you get used to it. Sometimes it is a struggle to keep your cool, but you just have to. And take it out on a punchbag or other inanimate object later.
I already ate a lot of cake, there's three different kinds! Are you done yettttttttttttttttttttt?
Nearly, Champ. Don't eat too much cake before you run about. Are John and Mycroft there?
Yes, although not in time to prevent him eating "a lot of cake"... Good thing he'll have plenty of opportunity to run it off.
Well, I suppose with that much energy inside him he should win something? I think i'll be able to leave in ten mins. Keep me updated with results...you entered anything? :)
No, but I'll do the three legged race with you if you get here in time... I know, it's such a tempting offer, right? But if it's not you, it may be someone else; I've already had to tell two of the mothers that my dance card's full.
Let's see...the chance to not just wrap my arms around you in public, but also to entirely possibly end up in a heap on the floor whilst tied to you...it's less a tempting offer, more a fantasy come true...
L - hopefully you can get done in time to catch some of sports day.
Sherlock - have fun, it sounds like a blast. And let us know you you do after.
Ha! Better get here soon then. And before all the cake's gone. (Okay, there's really no danger of that, but the chocolate one is going fast.)
Leaving right now. Is it wrong that for sports involving Sherlock I feel that armoured jeans and bike boots is more appropriate than t shirt and shorts? Built for safety, not for speed...
Considering he'll have access to eggs later on, I think protective gear is probably the safest choice.
Sorry, should have stopped off to pick up your crash helmet. Where's the cake? I'm starving.
...where are you? Oh wait, is that you surrounded by an adoring give year old fan club? Ha.
I'm the tall one in the denim and leather. Hard to tell with my youthful looks, I know. :D
I don't often see you in the middle of a sea of small children. Context is everything.
SPORTS DAY EEEEEEEE!!! (I would like you to imagine a tiny Tink bouncing up and down and running around like a loon)
I love Sports Day. Or Family Day. Or Field Day. Or Whatever We Decide To Call It This Year. :D :D :D Oh man I would give a lot to be a spectator at yours Sherlock! Do you have a sack race? Where you get to be in a big sack and have to jump all the way to the finish line? It's hilarious to watch, and just as fun to participate in!
John & Greg, y'all are lucky you get to do the three legged race together! We make parents do the race with their children >D (Though, pro-tip, if you guys *do* have to do that, make Lestrade do it because he's the one with protective gear still on. Just a bit of a friendly warning :D )
I absolutely expect a fully detailed blog entry about all of this. Because this is blog entry *gold* my friends :D
Mycroft: So what are you up to at this perilous day of Sherlock + Too Much Sugar? ;)
Y'know, whenever you're done with your fanclub of yummy mummies. I can barely see you, you're so surrounded. I think this rain shower may rob me of the chance of rolling about tied to you in public.
So, if John's fanclub are "Yummy Mummies," what does that make him? A NILF?
(Nanny I'd like to f...woah!)
I can't just walk off, it's rude! Come and rescue me.
Mazarin - oh god I hope not.
I think so, Mazarin. And it certainly looks like they agree.
All I get is 5 yr olds wanting fingerprinting to do... he gets...well, God knows what! Better offers, I imagine.
Won't rescue you until you get promises of pond digging assistance. Just mention you'll be there, bronzed, stripped to the waist...we'll have an Olympic pool dug in no time, there'll be so many helpers.
Hey, I was called a MILF the other day, and was actually kind of flattered! :D As long as L thinks you're a MHLF, that's all that matters right?
(that's Man he'd like to...)
Wouldn't count on it. I don't think most of the mothers at this school are overly accustomed to manual labour.
Mazarin - that's what matters, yes! Just could do without the attention. Most of them are really nice people, but there are one or two who just look...predatory.
Tink, we did a sack race before Lestrade got here, it was fun but I didn't win, I fell over. A lot of people fell over. I want to do the egg one!
You're a milf to me, Danger. ( man I'd...)
And go on then, I shall come and be overtly possessive of you, to scare away the predators. Hackles up, chest out, 'i'm shagging the hot nanny' swagger...all for you.
I'm trying to picture the mothers at your school digging a pool and the mental image is making me chuckle in inappropriate circumstances. Thanks, I needed that. (no sarcasm there, if that's not clear. I'm jet lagged and about to walk into 2 days of training that I'm going to have to turn around and teach next semester so the laugh is a good pick me up)
Sherlock - if you're talking about the egg-on-spoon race, try to walk quickly, and have your feet hit the ground very softly - running is what jars the egg on the spoon and makes it fall off. Good luck!
L - my hero.
I was rather thinking that the mummies would force their partners to help, as an excuse to spectate.
But I understand if Danger doesn't want to pimp himself out for the sake of a few frogs.
Hey, no rain! Come and tie yourself to me, Dangerous one!
We are definitely going to win this.
Win by crossing the finish line first, or purely just because there is no way I can lose on this situation? Whatever happens we will end up rolling on the wet grass tied together...right?
Tink - there was a competition to find a way to drop an egg off the fire escape without breaking it (there were a number of items you could use to make an egg-protecting vehicle.) Mine didn't break, even when they dropped it off the highest landing. But I let someone else have the prize, because I'm much older than everyone else, and it didn't seem fair.
You let someone else have the prize because you're a wonderful person, Mycroft. You knew all the parents had helped the kids, whereas you made yours all on your own.
It was a lovely thing to do.
Win because I didn't think our competition had a chance! How wrong I was. C's grandparents can really move.
That seems like a surefire way to break a hip!
I thought our dive for the line was worth a prize on its own...well, I got my prize - you on top of me... but we should have got something for artistic merit too.
Anyway, we probably could've gone faster if I wasn't enjoying you having your hand in my back pocket quite as much...
Sherlock: It's okay you didn't win! Falling down is actually where all the fun is. I won one year by scooting back farther in to my potato sack once I had fallen over and then proceeded to scoot forward like a rather energised caterpillar!
Mycroft: What Greg said. You did it because you are awesome. You won in your head, but yeah, the little kids probably appreciated the prize. You are a *fantastic* big brother if I hadn't mentioned before.
John: Does that mean you two were beat by a pair of grandparents? XD I'm going to giggle. A lot.
So, John, they were fast grandparent's, right? I mean, the DI's got a fair turn of speed on him, hasn't he? And how was his dive...decent (if with an ulterior motive)?
And to whoever asked - arm is much better, thanks. Just have to wear one of those velcro splint things on it for certain things now.
It was less speed that won out for them than the fact they managed to stay on their feet! Very agile. And yes, I thought his dive was an excellent effort!
Good to see you back Sally; very glad to see you recovering well :-)
John, Lestrade: you got beat in a three-legged race by grandparents? Ha. I assume that's because you two were more focussed on having a sneaky public grope, rather than just because you're both a bit slow :-p At least you got the predatory Yummy Mummies to back off?
Sherlock: sounds like you had a lot of fun what with the cake and the sack race :-)
Mycroft: you're wonderful :-)
John, that's brilliant news.
Boss, I've signed you up for the NSY vs. City of London rugby match.
John, we're all really hoping you'll agree to be the team physio (I know it's not your usual role...) But it's you or Molly from the morgue. And the boys got scared when I mentioned her...
You did what?? Sal, I almost died last time!
Only because you lived on take-aways and smoked about 40 a day. You'll be fine.
Surely there are younger, fitter, people with bigger death wishes than me? I mean, do you want us to lose?
And it was more like 30 a day. usually.
Happy to oblige.
Don't encourage her.
Thanks John - everyone will be very pleased to hear that. Apparently Molly sometimes forgets that unlike her usual clients, these ones can still feel pain.
Stop moaning, boss, it's all big strapping blokes, tackles and rolling about in mud. Things you like! Or at least, I'm sure you'll enjoy John kissing you all better once you're finished.
Anyway, Dickie Ickenson is playing for City, and he's older and fatter than you.
Heh. I'll play instead. No one will notice the difference, right?
I'm enjoying every minute of this, from Mycroft's graciousness and Lestrade's ... gropiness to John's blushy face as he's surrounded by predatory yummy mummies and Sherlock's hyperactivity (I'm kind of picturing him buzzing from the sugar and running around like a giant lightning bug). But I think Sally takes the cake here - look what she can accomplish with just one arm!
By the way, I wonder if Greg the Florist plays in a rugby grudge match - florists vs caterers, perhaps? - and John could be the doc for that as well.
Oh, John...we were trying to find a way to get you on the team (if you wanted, that is), but after the scandal a few years ago when City signed up a London Irish player as a special they're a bit tight on the rules.
Maybe we could do you out the credentials for a police doctor? Or a junior in the mortuary. I'll see. (If you're serious about playing?)
Although that would leave Molly back on physio duty. There may be a riot.
I was joking, but mostly because I didn't think there was any chance I'd be allowed to play. Happy to if you can get me in.
Ha. This Molly sounds like someone Sherlock would like.
I'd be happy if you took Molly's place. (Yes, Sherlock would love her. She'd love him. The requests for body parts would be ENDLESS.)
Sally - DI Ickenson (to you) is lethal! He doesn't need to be fit, blokes bounce off him when he's just standing in the way!
The requests for body parts would be ENDLESS
They are anyway! Much better for him to ask someone who actually has body parts. Er. Or is it? Hm.
Much better for him to ask someone who actually has body parts. Er. Or is it? Hm.
Oh John, you're wonderful. There's only one possible answer to that - can...open...worms...everywhere...
No! It isn't!
If it is then I'm adding 'sweep Sherlock's room, plus anywhere in the house or surroundings that could conceal any, for body parts, at least twice per day' to your side of the chores list.
Can you train the dogs to sniff body parts out?
You won't need to sweep for them. You have dogs.
You have big hungry dogs.
You have big hungry dogs who are aready used to hoovering up anything edible they can find on the floor, in cupboards, on shelving...
used to hoovering up anything edible they can find on the floor, in cupboards, on shelving...
On the moor...
Yeah. Maybe Sherlock can go and visit her and the body parts at the morgue.
I don't want to train our dogs to find bodies.
And it's not like they go hungry - they eat more than the rest of us put together.
Danger - I might need to go for a run soon. Maybe with you?
Love to. Whenever you like.
Cheers. Don't want to be embarrassed on the field. Well, more than I have to be. So half five tomorrow morning? :)
I'll talk to Molly. but I'm not promising ANYTHING. And Sherlock, don't pester John about this.
Innie - it's a charity match. Not a grudge match. Honest.
I'm sure you'll do fine.
Tomorrow...probably, but let me see how Sherlock is in the morning and if Mycroft's comfortable watching him for a little while. I can't really drag Mrs Hudson out of bed that early.
I shall insist on a private bath, befitting of my rank, with a personal physician tending my every need...
I was joking about the morning, you soft sod. We'll do it at a decent hour of the day. I know you don't like earlies.
Oh! Right then, that sounds much better. Wouldn't blame you if you wanted to get it over with before work though.
But then if someone took to their toes while I was on shift I'd just have to watch them run...I'll give the job every opportunity to provide me with a work out. And then when all it's done is have me sit behind a desk all day, I shall chase you around the park. (Actually, that would be good...you run a few metres ahead of me. Best incentive ever.)
Ha! I can see you have it all worked out. Tomorrow before dinner then? Assuming you haven't been ardently pursuing criminals all day.
Ardently pursuing crims all day and you all night... sounds like the life! Although what I do when I catch you will be quite different..
Just don't get us mixed up!
Ha! I think they'd be more surprised than you :)
Don't worry, no chance. But just to be sure, get yourself into that bed and let me take down your particulars...
Best offer I've had all day.
I am actually shocked that no one's said it, but this whole exchange clearly makes Lestrade John's DILF (or a DIILF, but that's plain awkward). Just sayin'...
Also, glad to hear you're doing well, Sally. Keepin' the boss on his toes and whatnot.
P.S. I'm officially back in England now, does that mean I have to change my name?
Sally: I hope you find a way to get John on the team.
John: Rugby is awesome. I vote yes.
Greg: The running will do you good! You'll feel lots better after a while. For the first part it'll suck, but think of the rewards later. Strength. Stamina. Etc... >D
Desert Wanderer: Welcome home! I vote no for changing your name. You deserve credit for the wandering you have done.
Welcome home, Desert Wanderer! I think you should keep your name, you earned it!
Welcome home Desert Wanderer! <3
DW - welcome home. :) And please do keep your name if only for the sake of not confusing me.
DILF...hm. GQMFILF?
You're insane. Really.
(i include all of you involved in the conversation in that statement)
Welcome back, Desert Wanderer! If you do change your name, then keep it simple for us elderly easily confused folk. Maybe just 'Wanderer'?
Welcome home, Desert Wanderer :-)
GQMFILF?
I suppose DIGQMFILF to would be a bit of a mouthful...
suppose DIGQMFILF would be a bit of a mouthful
That's what he said!
*ba dum bum crash*
Thank you, I'll be here all week. ;)
Mazarin - I set 'em up, you knock 'down :)
Hang on, so when people have been calling me 'the filf' all this time...they've just been abbreviating that mouthful? Huh. Never knew.
You're insane. Really.
(i include all of you involved in the conversation in that statement)
Ha. And here I thought I was special!
You're specially insane
That's better.
Still up for our run tonight? People here are taking the match v seriously. There is talk of actually practicing a few nights and all sorts.
Scary.
Absolutely! It'll be fun. Can't wait to see you play.
I'm really not very good. God knows why they chose me. Well, apart from Sal's efforts. I barely know the rules.
Trying to leave soon. Well, soonish. Bit busy.
See my comments above. Rugby is made of awesome.
Hope you both end up playing! :D
(Also, DW: I didn't say it before, but I am so glad you've made it home safe!)
I'm really not very good.
Don't believe you.
Tink - I hope so too!
This reminds me - there were lots of posters advertising the co-ed rugby team at my college. Memorable slogans include "Want to donate blood? Come to rugby!" and "Rugby: Cause chicks dig scars."
John, could you teach me the rules of rugby? I mean, what really happens, not just what the books say. I think I have to play at Harrow and I don't want to be the only one who doesn't know the rules.
Of course! Happy to. Apparently Lestrade needs the practice anyway, so he can help.
Which one's a fuck and which is a maul again?
A ruck! I meant ruck. Bloody phone
(although I have had a few experiences where it's hard to tell)
... I am amused that your autocorrect changed ruck to fuck. So. Amused. XD
HA! I am amused too, though not really surprised.
Do you guys know what positions you'll be playing? I think John's too tall to play hooker >_>
John...too tall... I've never seen those two in the same sentence before! :D
I don't know. Don't get me started on.John and positions... don't even know if he can play yet, to be honest. He may just be tending the rest of us after the fights have been broken up.
Very funny, the lot of you.
Oh and L - I think that question demonstrates a need on your part for some press ups in addition to the run.
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