Understand that sexuality is as wide as the sea. Understand that your morality is not law. Understand that we are you. Understand that if we decide to have sex whether safe, safer, or unsafe, it is our decision and you have no rights in our lovemaking.
So, after all of yesterday's drama today was pretty calm.
We made pancakes for breakfast, then Sherlock went down to Mrs Hudson and John and I headed to Harrow via the pet shop. We met up with Mycroft, Anthea and the dogs in the park. Presented the dogs with their new chews - those big weird marrowbone things, and a chewy/throwing toy for them each. They seemed satisfied.
Mycroft was quiet, but then I don't think any of us really knew what to say. It's sort of harder to defend other people/be defended than it is to do it all to yourself, I suppose. There's a ... weight of responsibility, on all sides. I mean, we are proud of him, and we love him, and of course we're touched that he would defend us and our relationship. And he's sorry that he 'caused trouble' and hit the boy. But...yeah, neither John or I can pretend we'd have done different. I don't know, it's just a mess, sin't it? I think when he comes home after next week it'll be good for all of us. That probably didn't make a lot of sense. Sorry.
We went for coffee, spent a while together, and then John and I headed off. We went down to Dungeness again. Suited the mood quite well, all that desolate shingle. It was nice to spend time together, just walking and holding hands. Underrated pastime, walking in silence. It was nice. And Dungeness was looking good. We found the big sound mirror things this time, and the Pluto sheds. We'll have to take the boys next time, I think they'd both love it. I like it because if you go to the right bits of it you can believe there's no one else in the world. Forget about everything but the person you're with.