I'm eating a bacon roll. I ought to be working, but realised that no sensible work would be done when all I could think about was coffee and food. Most of the Yard's food isn't much to write home about. But after years of feeding hungry police officers, bacon rolls they can do well.
Breakfast (very quiet, this morning, with Sherlock not making his presence felt) seems like an awfully long time ago.
Anyway, main point of this post is because Danger's agreed to come to Pride with me this afternoon. And possibly the boys - he'll bring them with if they want to come. Sherlock may decide that a million people celebrating love is a bit much. Mycroft may decide that being with the two of us whilst we're soppily in love is a bit much. Or maybe they'll both want to come. (John promised to have A Talk with Sherlock about the acceptability of loudly talking about/asking people questions regarding their look/preferences/life choices). His manners are coming along...but he doesn't understand why people wouldn't want to explain to him exactly why they choose to dress the way they do, or anything else, loudly and in public.
(Sherlock, in case you read this, I'm going to have at least one crutch with me, if not two, the way my knee is feeling, add that to my ribs and there is NO way I can carry you on my shoulders. So don't come down here thinking I'm going to be your trusty steed for the afternoon, right? But I will buy you ice cream, and we don't have to walk for miles of you don't want to.)
I'm really looking forward to it. Haven't been for a few years. Will definitely be very, very proud to have John by my side. Will thoroughly enjoy holding his hand and kissing him in public and knowing it's just normal. I often want to do such things but...well, it's not always a good idea. But today, it will be perfect. And we will celebrate that.
We'll try and add a few comments here during the day, a sort of rolling-blog entry.