So, for those of you who think I deserve some sort of title for my powers of innuendo, you should watch this. It's a kid's TV programme. I used to watch it with Nicky, Danny, Sam and Rachel. I was a bit old for it when it started. But generations of kids in the UK grew up with Zippy, Bungle and George.
despite being told off today, we had a good day. Walked Sherlock to school, got home, went back to bed, then went for a jog around the park before heading up to Harrow for Mycroft's housemaster to tell me I should be ashamed of myself (I am) (sort of). And we got to see Mycroft briefly, in his uniform, looking really smart and grown up.
Today has been the perfect antidote to yesterday, which was...horrible. Watching the videos, seeing the pictures, reliving in minute detail every single step of what ultimately led to a death. Yeah. And I fell off the no-smoking wagon and had a cig with Fio. And I can't even pretend I didn't enjoy it. Fag and an espresso. It was like getting a big warm hug from an old friend. Except...well, once the guilt set in it was more like a punch in the face from your old worst enemy. But still. Bit late now, isn't it?
Our kitchen is fantastic. Still slightly scary that Mrs Holmes knows what we need/want before we do...but if this is the result, we can't complain.
Now, I must see how Danger's getting on writing his speech...