25 November 2011

And it's twenty five to midnight and fifteen miles of track.

The almost-quote for today's post was 'Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?'

Which didn't make the cut because I'm happier now than I was at 25.

Our talk went fine. Some of them seemed interested, some bored, some asked questions, others sat in silence. The usual. If it makes even one of them think a bit harder about road safety it's a good thing. And I think they learnt a few thigns about the causes of accidents - and the causes of injuries/deaths in accidents. So.

(some of them asked a lot more questions about the bike, afterward, than about the road safety, during...not quite what I was hoping for!)

Then we had lunch with Mycroft, which was great. I hope he didn't mind being seen spending his lunch hour with a couple of old blokes, cramping his style.

And...and I started all this for a purpose and now I don't want to go through with it, which makes me feel more of an idiot than I felt already. Think I need to go for a run or something before fetching Sherlock. So I'll answer a question later on.

31 comments:

REReader said...

A run and maybe a nap?

I'm glad the talk went well--I bet the fact that you are a cool dude who does wheelies actually made a few of them pay more attention to what you said. :)

(Please don't feel like an idiot--believe it or not, you're allowed areas of privacy!)

John H. D. Watson said...

This isn't a run, this is a sprint. I may have to stop and have a brief heart attack.

REReader said...

Do Not have a heart attack!

Greg Lestrade said...

Sorry. Just needed more than a gentle jog. Should have warned you.

When did you even have time to comment? When you stopped to tie your laces?

John H. D. Watson said...

If by 'tie my laces' you mean 'stopped to bend over and attempt to reintroduce oxygen to my lungs' then yes. What got into you?

Greg Lestrade said...

Don't know. Sometimes you just want to push yourself, don't you? Until it hurts. Makes you feel like you're doing something.

Sorry.

Plus been in the office too much this week, sat behind my desk.

REReader said...

That....does not sound like it's about sitting behind a desk. You okay, Lestrade?

Greg Lestrade said...

Fine. A lot better after that.

Waiting to see what Sherlock has planned for us tomorrow...

REReader said...

Well, you'd know. Hugs if you want 'em! (Ears, too. :))

Is it tonight or tomorrow that you're babysitting for Sally's sister?

Greg Lestrade said...

Tomorrow . Sherlock says we should go to the park, because 'young children like that.'
Sherlock, of course, is a middle aged child, and has no interest...

REReader said...

Obviously. *nods*

I thought it was an evening deal, though--girls' night out? Or am I totally remembering wrong?

Greg Lestrade said...

Remembering wrong - although I've told Ask to stay out as ling as they want. It's Christmas shopping and lunch, to start with, we'll see how it goes.

Mrs H is excited. Keeps telling us to call her if we need help. And Danger was checking out development guides for kids - sussing out what sort of entertainment is required, I assume.

Greg Lestrade said...

That was a triumph of spelling.

Sal. Long. Insert words as required in place of errors.

REReader said...

:D

Sounds like everything is under (over)control. It'll be fun, really! And there are two of you--plus Sherlock and Mrs. H--so you're not even going to be outnumbered. :)

John H. D. Watson said...

And Danger was checking out development guides for kids

Just...checking. Babies don't need very much to entertain them anyway, do they?

Greg Lestrade said...

It's good to check! We need to know how...mobile the baby will be, and I really can't remember what ages exactly they start talking and stuff. Although obviously we'll know all this tomorrow. Plus they vary so much... anyway, it'll be fun. And I think if we don't call on Mrs H she'll explode, she wants to help so much.

REReader said...

No, babies don't need very much to entertain them. Just, well, talk to them, smile at them. They like to chew or suck on things, they like to play with things that they can hold and that make noise. The whole world is new, remember, it's all fascinating to a baby!

Anon Without A Name said...

I'm pretty sure the pattern around here is that none of your readers think you're an idiot whether you do or not. Just saying.

Sounds like the run was cathartic, at least?

Greg Lestrade said...

For once I wasn't really expecting anyone else to think it. It was all home-brewed idiocy.

And yes, cathartic run. Although I feel bad that I didn't tell John it wouldn't be our usual jog-around-the-park-having-a-chat, but more a run-until-you-think-you-might-vomit-a-lung (or have a heart attack in his case.)

In fact, I do often get a sharp pain in my shoulder when I run...isn't that a sign of heart attack? No gripping-chest-going-to-die pain. It just hurts. I always thought it was from busting my collarbone so many times. Lucky I run with a doctor.

John H. D. Watson said...

May I assume the lung-vomiting speed was related to whatever you didn't post about?

I think the shoulder pain is more likely related to your running posture. You sort of hunch your shoulders up around your ears when you're pushing yourself.

Greg Lestrade said...

`yeah, a bit.

And probably, I try to relax, but tense up again without really noticing. You'll have to give me a kick next time you see me doing it.

REReader said...

THANK YOU, John. (Because otherwise I'd have started worrying immediately.)

(And I rather thought that might be the case, too.)

Greg Lestrade said...

RR - worrying about my shoulder? Or something more general?

REReader said...

You don't just drop the phrase "heart attack" and expect no one to worry, do you?

(I figure you can sort out the rest. Or, even better, you and John.)

Greg Lestrade said...

Given it's been happening for years, and I'm still alive, I assumed it wasn't serious! I just thought it was the impact of running jarring my jigsaw of a collarbone.

REReader said...

It's probably not considered best practice to just assume about something like that. I'll let the doctor deal with that, though. :)

REReader said...

Ooops--the time! Shabbat starts in 2 minutes! So I wish you all a Shabbat shalom and happy babysitting!

(Hope you don't find it too annoying that I fuss, Lestrade. If you do, let me know and I'll do it quietly in future. :) )

Greg Lestrade said...

No, it's fine, I don't. I just don't want you to worry!

Right. Put up a post which I think Sal would describe as 'TMI' for the latest question.

I'll just go into hiding and wonder how on earth my life went from living on my own in a flat like a monk to sharing this stuff with you lot over the internet.

Anon Without A Name said...

I'm struggling to believe that you were entirely monk-like; I can't imagine many blokes choosing to forgo all the activities that monks are supposed to forgo :-)

Greg Lestrade said...

I think there was a fair period of monk-like living.

I didn't shave my hair funny, wear a robe or take a vow of silence, though.

REReader said...

I just don't want you to worry!

I'll try to work on that...

(No vow of silence? I'm shocked.)

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