4 December 2011
When my fist clenches, crack it open, before I use it and lose my cool
One of the best songs...ever, really. Brilliant. Bit of a theme tune for my youth. Except it would've been 'behind brown eyes' then.
We've had a great day today. I took the bike out and John brought Sherlock up so they could both have a go on it. John's getting a lot more confident in his riding - and smoother. Which is nice for my nerves. And we gave Sherlock a few rides, too, which got him very excited. He keeps claiming he's 'almost' big enough to ride on his own. Hah.
Now it's rapidly getting dark, so we're all tucked up warm at home again. Sherlock wants to decorate the house, but for now we've pacified him by letting him make decorations, but not put them up until Mycroft's back next weekend.
I'm unsure exactly how glittery spiders are directly related to Christmas, but who cares? He's happy and content, and we're getting a rest. Except he also wants a Sunday Roast for tonight, so I really should start cooking...
After I've taught Danger how to sing the song....
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«Oldest ‹Older 201 – 226 of 226John, I STRONGLY doubt he could have found a more patient doctor anywhere. It's just as you say--there's always a long line of patients waiting, and some of them are feeling horrible, and really, what else can you do?
Combination of slightly old dead body, about 300 cats and dogs (possible slight exaggeration) and severe lack of any housekeeping. I'm going to need about four house in the shower. And that's despite my fetching blue babygrow I'm wearing.
(Oh, look--second page of comments!)
Is "babygrow" a typo or a term I should ask about?
Have the cats-n-dogs been carted off? Because I can't imagine searching through anything with that kind of audience.
It just means the little all in one suits babies wear. Romper suit? onesie?
Animals removed, still digesting parts of their former owner. Their shit still here. It's disgusting.
Coveralls, I think?
And eeeuuuwww. (I know cats and dogs are carnivores, but not usually carrion eaters. He must have been dead a good while before he was found.) I emphatically do NOT envy you!
Oh, fun. (Sherlock unsurprisingly wants to come and see.)
Doubt he'd be so eager once he had a whiff.
We're working it in shifts. It's horrible.
And yes, overall/coverall on an adult, RR. But they make us look like babies. Especially with the little booties.
Like oversize footy pjs, then? (I think onesies have short sleeves and no legs--like a t-shirt with flaps that snap over the crotch.)
I wouldn't think there'd be enough hot water in the world. A policeman's lot is not a happy one...
You'll have to get John to report on how I smell when I get in.
So what do you want for dinner, Stinky?
I don't know. You tired from work? We could get take away.
I just found a decomposing cat. Under a pile of...stuff.
Considering Sherlock's likely reaction to that piece of news, I am reminded of one of my favorite (clean) limericks:
An epicure dining in Crewe
Found quite a large mouse in his stew
Said the waiter, "Don't shout
And wave it about,
Or the rest will be wanting some, too."
(It's from a book I read in my youth, but I don't know which one.)
Lovely. Sounds like the place is full of surprises. Do you get to stop soon?
Yeah, a bit. Indian maybe?
RR - ha, nice.
Hope that respirator is well-fitted, L. Jesu Maria, what people do.
Run him a nice hot bath with some bubbles, if you can manage it, John. Soaking might be the only thing that gets the smell off. Tyvek isn't exactly known for its vapor-repelling power. Ya'll should be in chemical-resistant suits, seriously. *shudder*
Stopping now. Back to the yard for the bike and everything, then to you.
Indian sounds nice. Want to phone and order and I'll pick it up on the way home?
You'll want to pick up a strong-smelling soap/body wash, too, or you'll be smelling...that...even when you've really washed it all off--pine or cloves or like that.
L - yeah, thanks. I'll call that one near NSY that I can never remember the name of.
Lovely, RR. Maybe some tomato juice, John? Works for skunk spray, should help pony putridness..
DW - now you're making me imagine decomposing My Little Ponies in that flat...
RR - I'm used to it. It's everyone else who won't appreciate the lingering odour.
DW, Danger, nothing would surprise me here. It's a lovely flat, underneath it all. He was minted. Hence we think it was murder, but very hard to pick out clues from all this.
And hence you have a stinky Lestallion
I'm moving all talk of niffy bags to John's new post. I hate being on page 2 of comments.
And just before you eat too sorryy
Niffy nags, not bags...
Minted as in rich?
Yes. Can see why, he obviously never paid a penny out on anything, apart from the flat in the first place! V hard to tell what might have been stolen, but neighbours and family helping.
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