Just had one of those weird conversations. I mean, the conversation itself wasn't weird. But it made me think about things.
Basically, Mrs Holmes just offered me money, for my 'role' in the boys' lives.
Which I turned down, obviously. But then...well, first off, I'm a police officer, I can't just take money for a sort of 'second job', and can't have money just appear in my bank account. She looked at me as if I was an idiot for thinking that would ever be a problem - which, fair enough, I'm sure she could sort all that out, no questions asked.
So then she sort of assumed that I'd accept, which...well, I'm just not. I mean, I haven't - didn't. Because it's not a job, is it? I don't do it for any reward. And then the conversation got complicated, because of course I think John should be paid, because it is his job. Except I know it's not just a job for him either, is it? It's...well, it's the same. We both love these boys, we'd both do anything for them. But I definitely shouldn't be paid, and he definitely should, despite us both feeling the same, and anyway, we left it at that. And me feeling thoroughly confused. I suppose the difference is that I have another job, and I don't spend nearly as much time looking after the boys as he does - I barely see Sherlock some weeks. Maybe half an hour in the morning, another hour or two in the evening, if I don't end up working late. Whereas John, despite his protests, would struggle to fit in any other work - especially with the school holidays. So maybe that's the difference. I don't know.
I did offer to pay her rent. She didn't dignify that with an answer...so I'm essentially earning a decent wage, living rent-free, with hopefully, soon, tenants to pay off my own mortgage.
I think once we're home (if we survive Sherlock's piloting skills) John might put some pictures up of where we've been. You won't believe it. I'm not sure I do. Can't really believe we'll be back in London tonight.