Work was...work.
And I was going to stay late. Because of all the trouble at the moment - there's still a lot of looting, and half of London feels like it's fighting, on fire or being looted. Or all three.
But John told me I should come home...I had no idea why. Still, who can resist?
And I'm glad I didn't try...
I thought that having a lovely night away, a beautiful day with John and the boys, a Spider, afternoon tea, (and a book we shall not mention) was really far more than I deserved in the way of birthday gifts/treats.
And then I arrived home to find he'd bought me a brand new - amazing - amp for my guitar, and a set of really nice headphones to go with it, so I can play when the rest of the house needs peace and quiet.
My old amp was battered and largely held together with gaffa tape and cable ties, and was rapidly losing sound quality, because half the settings were too old to work properly, and I lost my old headphones ages ago - never needed to replace them when I lived alone.
I'm just...no one has ever bought me such a lovely, thoughtful gift before. Seriously. And...God, I don't feel like I deserve any of this, but I'm so, so grateful.
John wants it to be known I'm a 'like big kid'.
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Exactly like a big kid. I reiterate: rockstar faces. And air guitar without the air.
as long as they're the sort of rockstar faces that attract gorgeous doctor groupies...
And I think that's just called 'guitar', Danger.
I will put it down and actually pay you some attention in a minute. promise.
They might do.
Guitar with added drama, maybe.
Not entirely sure I believe you, but I don't mind.
one more tune... then i'm yours
John, you could try throwing your boxers at him.
Ha! Not a bad idea. I'll give him ten more minutes.
I'm done! You could still throw your boxers at me, though...
Come into the bedroom and I'll consider it.
haha - that's not very rockstarry, is it? Surely you should come to my tour bus...
Ha. If you've got a tour bus hidden away I'd be happy to come and see it! Or alternately trash a hotel room with you.
or...not.
Bollocks.
that was the Yard. And I, it seems, am going back to work. I'm really sorry. I've ignored you all night in favour of the guitar and now...now I'm abandoning you.
...All right. You'll be careful, right?
I'll do my very best, don't you worry.
Stabbing, apparently. Attempted murder, they think. And...it's probably not the best place to be heading tonight, but we'll have back up, I'm sure.
You just...take care of everyone here. I'll be worrying about you all.
Take care, Lestrade, be safe.
We'll be fine, we're the ones with an entire security team downstairs, remember? Just...look after yourself.
I will.
Watch out for me on the news, eh? I always wanted to be famous...
Not too famous, please. Tell me where you're going at least? Off blog if necessary. So I know where to worry about.
Croydon.
Now you can worry with friends, on here. Except, you know, don't? It'll be okay. But we need to get in and get the crime scene secured before it all goes to pieces.
All right. Good luck. I love you.
love you too.
Call me if you get worried, yeah?
Yeah.
Take care, mate. We'll be thinking of you.
Take care and be safe.
Just on the way out with a crew. Got my stab vest on, promise, Danger.
some of the fires are bloody massive
Good. I suppose wearing two at once is overkill.
Yeah, BBC helpfully has live coverage, along with people stating the obvious.
i have no idea how we'll do this. crime scene is pretty much destroyed, everything's on fire and they seem to want to trash our forensic unit. jesus
got uniforms with us though
A lot of them, I hope.
Croydon. Right.
I'll just be over here, absolutely not worrying at all, in a terribly British way. Only with wine instead of tea. Yes.
there aren't 'a lot' anywhere now. spread a bit thin. we're ok though, down a side street, saving us from most of the missiles
Be safe, Lestrade! I'll be keeping you all in my thoughts tonight.
I'll just be sitting here, hoping my sister has the sense to stay off the streets and thankful there's people like you doing your best to keep her safe.
*Bites nails and worries*
Keep safe. I'm horrified just thinking of something like this happening to my city, and I cannot imagine what it's like for you.
Police always work in pairs where I live. It just seems sensible!
John, are you on here still (or anyone in London)? Is anything going on in East Ham? I've managed to get a hold of all of my family except for my Auntie in East Ham. The BBC world news is talking about famine and debt. Do you know if anything is happening there? Thanks.
Think East Ham had minor disturbances earlier. BBC site is your best bet. Sorry can't help more.
BBC truck being attacked here. And a non fatal shooting.
You might not see me before tomorrow, John.
Understood. As long as I see you then.
Azure - live coverage is on the BBC website here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-14449675
Lestrade - take care, I'll be thinking of you.
Thanks, Lestrade and Kate, seriously, any news is good.
Hope you manage to get in touch with her, Azure.
Cheers all of you. You all stay safe. It's pretty hot out here. Just lost another patrol car. Never seen forensics work so fast. Got a second crime scene to attend now too. Not much fun.
John - You're probably already in bed and asleep, but if you want to talk about inconsequential shit at any point, these blogs do seem to have attracted a readership that spans timezones. I'm sure there'll be people around happy to chat about rugby or tennis or cooking or whatthefuckever...
Don't think I'll sleep till he's home, to be honest. I'm glad the boys were already in bed when he left.
Sherlock was saying that you went to the British Museum today. I try to go there whenever I'm in London. I like to commune with the Rosetta Stone, on the rare occasions I can get a clear view of it. But the architecture is what really gets me. Sad, isn't it? All the treasures of the world gathered in one place, and I'm busy looking at the roof :-p
All the best to L and the Met, and lots of peace to John. I understand about staying up till he's home, and like Nameless said, we're all here most hours of the night.
Heh. You and Mycroft. It is beautiful though. I don't think he really remembered the last time he was there. He said he was Sherlock's age.
Thanks.
Yikes. I've been out of town for ages and gradually catching up, and after all the happiness of L's birthday, London's gone mad.
Stay safe. Thinking of you.
In my head, I'm hugging all of you extra tightly. L, get home in one piece!
Horrible to read the accounts of what's happening in London. Hope it quietens down very soon. Best wishes for all those over there. Keep safe.
My favorite part of the British Museum is the library that was donated by, hmmm, a king, I think. Possibly a George. It's a cozy space, and it's really neat to have this glimpse at a slice of life from that time.
When I lived in London, I lived about a five minute walk from the museum. I loved going there, at least before my foot died on me.
I can also recommend the Thai restaurant on Museum Street right before you get to the actual museum. Cheap and tasty.
Becca - Are you referring to the British Library? I spent last summer doing research there, and there was a towering bookcase of King George III's (?) collection in the middle of the cafe.
Greg - I'll add my voice to the chorus of take care and stay safe. We're all hoping you'll be back home soon with John, the boys and your new amp. =)
John - If you need us to distract you with random topics, let us know.
*hugs to all of you and the people of London*
-A from NW
A from NW - Apparently it is the King's Library (George III) now called the Enlightenment Room. It was originally built to house 60,000 books donated to the "public" by George III and his son, George IV.
The books were moved in 1997 to the British Library. The space in the British Museum was restored in 2003 to look like it did back in the 1820's, and display collections and books that reflect the thinking of the time.
It's really quite fabulous. Though I have to admit, the thing that really sticks out in my mind was the woman there doing a talk on artifacts discovered in the early 19th century, who let me hold a flint tool from the stone age. It absolutely blew me away to touch it.
Ages ago the Melbourne Museum had a very large dinosaur bone on display.
The sign said "this bone is 200 million years old. Please touch it"
I managed to get a hold of my auntie, she's okay, she had a rough night but she left the city this morning. Thanks for the good thoughts. I hope everyone is safe.
I'm so glad she's all right.
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