31 August 2011
Lost. And found?
My sanity, that is.
I was doing really well, sorting out work, seeing the boys, enjoying life... And now, suddenly, it's all going wrong again.
This afternoon i called all my sergeants in, told them this couldn't carry on. I don't mind doing a lot of work, but it's getting ridiculous. So today and tomorrow they're each briefing me on open cases, giving me short versions, the basics, and we're planning things and just trying to get a better structure in the team. There's still a lot of work - we're short handed, so it's never going to be any other way. But it's not going to be me working until I drop every night.
And I've got a half day either tomorrow or Friday, to go somewhere with Danger on the bike, I've definitely got cover for the day we take Mycroft to school. So am generally feeling better about work and life.
And should even get home on time tonight. And probably not fall asleep after locking myself in a room, necessitating a daring SAS style raid by Mycroft to come in via the window, as I did last night.
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You're amazing. Thank you. And if it doesn't sound weird, I'm proud of you. I know it's not easy to let go of the idea that you can do everything.
Hang on...I can't do everything? What...
;)
Just hope it works...seems to be. I do still have reading to do. But not as much.
What do you want for dinner?
That linguine thing? ;)
Thing with stuff? Sure.
Got all the ingredients or need me to get anything?
And when can you be free/where do you want to go on the bike
I think we 've got all the things and stuff. Went to Tesco and bought most of it.
Maybe friday?
I'll put down Friday for now. Should be with you in about 2000 mins.
Prepare to have the stuffing hugged out of you.
20 mins! Bloody phone. When would I ever use 2000 more than 20??
In the year 2000?
I am prepared.
Did I have a phone in 2000? Maybe a Nokia built like a brick...or a pager. I had a pager, I think. I did once, anyway. Find your own phone - we'll just keep on at you until you do.
Do you want help with dinner?
Mycroft and I have everything under control. You stick your feet up and relax. And don't pretend your leg doesn't hurt, because you're doing that thing.
What thing! I'm not doing a thing.
I'm not telling you the thing because then you'll stop doing it, and it's the only way I bloody know anything''s wrong sometimes.
It's not as if I'm not telling you on purpose! I just forget.
Anyhow, I deny I'm doing a thing.
I admit I'm basing that entirely on my own aversion to telling people when I'm feeling rough.
Don't think I'm entirely wrong though.
You're doing a thing. End of.
Won't believe you till you tell me what it is. :P
If you really want to know, I'll make more of an effort to tell you.
I have to laugh, because, Lestrade? You sound just like John does with Sherlock, at least from the posts on here.
You guys are so cute!
John, I hope your leg feels better!
Clearly not going to tell you.
I do want to know. But only if you want me to. Won't ask you to if you'd really rather not.
Will try harder. ;)
Thanks, Pip.
You're all right. And must sympathise with Sherlock now. You've clearly been teaching me nannying habits.
If I get better about telling you, then will you tell me what this (completely fictitious) thing is?
You're saying if you get better at it I have to make something up then?
I just want to know! You can't blame me for being curious.
You can't blame me for not telling
Hmph!
I talked to Mrs Hudson. She says she can watch them on Friday for a few hours.
Pip - I'm sounding like Danger, or he's sounding like Sherlock?
I'm not sounding like Sherlock. If I were sounding like Sherlock I'd say BUT IT'S NOT FAIRRRRRRRR.
Hah. You did sound a bit like him. Fair play, because he gets his way more than he should.
Yeah, probably. More than I ever did - or do now!
You can have your own way with me the rest of the night. (obviously apart from telling you what the thing is.)
I think I can live with that.
Make the most of me whilst I'm intact. I shall work my bollocks off tomorrow to be free Friday.
What a pity. I'll miss them.
Me too. But I'll be able to hit the high notes when I'm singing. And I won't have to worry about getting you pregnant.
I don't know. Maybe it's my brain. Maybe I've been secretly inaugurated Captain of the Innuendo Squad, but seriously. I'm restraining myself so hard. Or you know, I think I'll just give up. Greg, won't it be difficult for John to have his way with you if you've gone and worked your bollocks off? I think he's rather attached to them. As are you. Obviously.
There. I feel better now. And I'm not sorry I said it. ;-P
Toodles,
Bronwyn
Bronwyn - I don't think It's innuendo when there's no other way to read it.
There is that. I'd prefer you didn't get me pregnant, I must admit. Besides, Sherlock did say if one of us were getting in a family way it ought to be you.
I can't remember his logic. Probably a good thing.
Probably. Although I'm sure he'd be happy to explain it again in the morning.
Greg Lestrade: King of the Single Entendre?
At least I feel a bit better knowing that John's thinking (and saying) similar things. I'm not the only one having phrases like "innuendo? in YOUR endo!" popping into my brain.
I think it's going back to work. All my hormone-laden teenagers are messing about with my thought processes.
Toodles,
Bronwyn
I believe that Sherlock's irrefutable logic was that Lestrade only likes boys, but Johns likes girls as well as boys, so he wouldn't mind a pregnant Lestrade. Or something. It was quite convincing.
Lestrade - really glad you're taking action to get a grip (fnar) on the whole work-life balance thing. Hope it all works out for you.
Nameless - ah, so it's his fault I should get pregnant, not mine.
Not a sentence i ever thought I'd write.
And yeah, trying. Hope it works!
Danger - not sure you'd be able to cope with my mood swings.
Could equally be your fault for not liking girls!
Mood swings, hm? Worse than Sherlock's?
Hah. Never. Definitely yours.
Undoubtedly worse. I'm sure I was worse than him at his age. Got in more trouble, anyway
I keep readng, yet I'm still not sure you're really having this conversation. But then again, it is you guys, so you may very well be.
And apparently not for the first time, Mazarin!
Anyway, will spare you any more by dragging Danger to bed.
Not literally this time!
I carried you, not dragged! But no. Unless you're not here in 5 minutes. Then I might.
Heh. Coming, dear.
You guys are too funny. Lestrade, you sounded just like John when he talks to Sherlock. It was LIKE A BOSS.
;p
The paperwork has seemed more than a bit ridiculous lately. There's no way you can actually do your job if you're drowning in the stuff. While coppering does involve a lot of paperwork, esp. with Intelligence-Led Policing (you lot do use that, yes? It seems to be all the rage in the UK the past 10 years), by the time it hits your desk it really out to be streamlined down a bit.
You two sound worse than Sherlock about going to bed: one has to be carried and the other rescued having locked himself in.
Didn't need rescuing! Just waking up.
Danger - just eaten a full English for lunch. Just so you know I'm not surviving purely on coffee and air.
I'm very glad to hear it!
You two are adorable in an innuendo filled sort of way! :D
I think your next poll should be "Who should be the one to get pregnant?" with you and John as the choices...
Coffee, air and lard.
Had a nice day?
If one can have a nice day doing almost nothing but sewing tiny things onto other things, then yes, not bad. We went to the park as well when it all got too much for us.
I will help, if you want? We can bond over labels. (we used those iron on ones as kids)
Glad you got out and got some fresh air too
Iron on ones would definitely be a step forward, but I suppose it would go against tradition or something. We might need you, we'll see how far we are along by tomorrow.
Also trying to figure out if we have enough bags we can send off with him or if he'll need a suitcase as well.
I'm sure iron on ones are too cheap and lowly for Harrow.
The amount of stuff seemed like he'd need a trunk or shipping container.
Can Mrs H do morning or afternoon for our ride tomorrow?
Or a caravan of camels.
She says either one, and I don't mind which so you can pick.
Morning would be slightly better for me. And I hope to get all of either Sat or Sun off. Probably Sunday.
That'll be lovely. Looking forward to it, and I'll tell her morning.
Leaving shortly. Anything you or the boys want? Has Sherlock done his swamp experiments?
Oh yes, yes he has.
So...any advance on our trip tomorrow? How long do you want to ride out for?
A couple of hours?
Do I still have swamp in my hair?
Come here. I shall groom you like we're a pair of chimps.
I shall groom you like we're a pair of chimps.
Well now there's an image...
An odd experience as well.
You are certified swamp free now.
Oh goodness. If John has it in his hair, what must Sherlock's reportedly wild curls look like?
Toodles,
Bronwyn
Captcha says "rectum". O RLY CAPTCHA?
Bronwyn - yeah, but on the bright side, it didn't blend in so well with his hair, so it was easier to get out.
Thanks, L.
Any time you need grooming, I'll be there.
(why is it I always celebrate the chance of a lie in by staying up late? Therefore losing half the benefit...)
Everyone does, don't they? It's inevitable.
Guess so. It's nice and peaceful, anyway. And so will tomorrow be, wherever we end up.
Don't feel like I've had you all to myself for ages.
Between the tent and work and all, it has been ages. It'll be nice.
It was nice. Brilliant.
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