Had a pretty boring day today. Lots of waiting around in court as people got their act together.
The bloke we arrested the other day, for the 'Stinky House' case, pleaded guilty to manslaughter. But we want him for murder. So now that's settled, after far more waiting about than there should have been, we have to wait for a court date, when a jury will decide.
So, in the course of today, I've had far too much time to think about my mum, and her jealous drunken ranting (I'm fairly sure jealousy is where it lies. I have everything she's always wanted. And that can't seem very fair, really. I do feel bad for her, just because I understand how horrible it can be to be lonely.)
And I...faced a few home truths. The person you see in the mirror isn't the person everyone else sees, is it? Quite the opposite, in fact.
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(((hugs)))
I hope you are getting better at seeing who we--and John, and Mycroft, and Sherlock, and Nicky, and Sally, and and and--see when you look in the mirror.
And just so you know--you don't just "have" everything your mother always wanted. You made deliberate choices not to be what you grew up with, which led directly to you having those things. Do I have to point out why the last thing you should feel is bad about that? (Yes, I know you said you feel bad for her, not responsible for her. Don't go there, okay?)
People are like Tardises. Bigger on the inside than on the outside.
Everyone knows this about themselves, but doesn't realise other people are exactly the same. So they see someone and think what they see is all there is.
We all play roles, and we all change which bits of us people see depending on circumstances. We aren't completely different, but we do emphasise different parts. Me at work arguing with idiots and swearing at technology is different to me teaching someone fencing.
The person you see in the mirror isn't the person everyone else sees, is it?
Almost never.
I understand things don't just happen by chance. But I also know she tried, in her own way, too. But her way didn't work, and she never seems to have learnt from that. I don't know. Some things make you stronger, others sap your strength. Sadly for her, I think the latter happened.
As for me and who everyone else sees - I honestly don't know any more. I'm not certain I even know who I see.
I don't mean that in a bad way. I just mean we all change, and sometimes changes sneak up on you.
I just mean we all change, and sometimes changes sneak up on you.
Yeah. I know exactly what you mean.
And about your mum...I was going to say that no matter how hard people try, sometimes it's just not enough and they need some luck too. But she had you, so I don't know how much luckier she could possibly have been.
Home truths about you, or about your Mum? Or a bit of both?
Danger, you're far too kind. I don't know how to answer you. I don't think having kids helped her, put it that way.
Nameless - all about me, I'm afraid! Her...I think I know her pretty well, deep down.
I'm not certain I even know who I see.
This is not a bad thing, you know. Somewhat unsettling, for sure, and not very comfortable, but not bad. It means that one way or another you are changing, even if the only change is "just" in how you see yourself--that's a pretty major change, and ends up changing how the world sees you, too.
How shall I put this....I tell you three times: You are fine--better than fine--and you'll figure it out.
It's been a whirlwind of a year for you, I think it would be far more than worrying if you sailed through like nothing happened.
Just at the moment until you know who you see in the mirror then you could do worse than take John, Mycroft and Sherlock's appraisal - they know and love you well.
John wasn't being kind, he was being factual. I can't imagine any parent in need of support having any better support from a child than the support your Mum got from you.
But I am confused. (I'm doing my best to be fair and polite here; yell if I don't manage it) Your Mum wasn't sober, so she was... unkind. In what no-one would blame you for considering an unforgivable way. But I don't really get why that means that you have to face some home truths?
Ah, the two aren't related, Nameless. Sorry, that wasn't very clear.
Ah, OK. I'm sure my confusion is entirely down to me being tired and not thinking very clearly, nothing to do with your clarity :-)
(If it helps at all, every so often I look in the mirror and see my Mum 0_0)
I hope your home truths were good ones.
Ha, I plead the same reasons for my clarity - or lack of.
I know what you mean - my dad was a lot younger than I am, when he left, but my eyes are all his, and the shape of my face and my unruly hair. And I catch myself pulling his expressions.
Home truths...I think it's good to know them? Even if it's not entirely nice? Can't act on information you don't have, can you?
Yes, I'd say so. But you have to include the whole picture--the less good bits and also the good parts. Knowing yourself means the whole picture!
(The second "whole picture" was meant to be italicized!)
(Also, I think I strained my brain talking with Mycroft. I've got lazy and rusty, he's good for me!)
This is a very personal comment, L, so please tell me to shut up if it makes you uncomfortable. Speaking with your mum made you face some uncomfortable/unpleasant home truths, right? But you face home truths all the time, whenever you interact with John or Mycroft or Sherlock - what they're telling you by being there and loving you is that you are worthwhile, that you give them the same love and comfort. Your picture of yourself wouldn't be complete without the emotions your mum induced, but don't enlarge them to "balance out" the good you get from your boys - she's not at the forefront of your thoughts because you've made your life as close to wholly good as you can get it.
Does that make any sense?
Innie - I would never tell you to shut up!
But the two are entirely unrelated, except by timing.
What Mum said hurt, and I can't pretend it didn't. But it wasn't a surprise, not really. I didn't call her expecting to hear it, but that's because there's a stubborn bit inside me that wants to think she'll learn to be happy for us.
The rest, about home truths...nothing to do with her. And not a bad thing, really. Just making me think, that's all.
Lestrade--I think there's a part of every person that never stops wanting our parents' approval, even when we know better, for whatever reason. That's just human. I'm sorry you were--are--hurt.
And maybe you'll share some of truths when you're ready to talk about it?
Hope today is going well for you, Lestrade. And thinking is fine so long as you're not doing it with a spade and digging yourself a large hole to sit in ;)
Hah, the only hole I'm sitting in is a cavern made of paperwork.
I like to be caught up by Christmas. It's a nice goal to have, and this year, without the final push on Christmas day, I need to pull my finger out!
I think I strained my brain talking with Mycroft.
Now you know how we feel. :)
Aint that the truth?
You and Mycroft free for lunch? If not, dont worry.
Yeah. Soon? I just need to pry him away from the philosophy section of the library, which I think would be a good move anyway. It's making him look grumpier and grumpier.
Any time. Paperwork is making me grumpier too. Budgets. Yuck.
Ha!
I'm loving it, though. I adored grad school, and the feeling of my brain ticking over. But Life had other plans for me than academia. I've tried to stay sharp by reading and thinking and buying lectures--and now there's iTunes U, which is brilliant and FREE--but it's not the same as interacting, and Mycroft asks such good questions. Please tell him!
And Mycroft--philosophy is a great place to go for questions, but it's not a good place to go for answers. (Same goes for theology.) Also, it's a responsive field--that is, every philosopher is responding to the ideas of who came before, so jumping in near the end is...problematic. And that's my fault.
I need to get up and take care of some stuff, but I have some thoughts for later. (Apparently the thinking in your sleep bit is catching.)
L - we should be there in about five minutes. I'll do my best to de-grump both of you before the end of the meal. :)
philosophy is a great place to go for questions, but it's not a good place to go for answers.
I am beginning to discover that, yes.
He called Kant stupid. Sounded just like Sherlock.
Puts you well ahead of most University students!
I'm checking some things right now in a little mountain of reference books while I have my breakfast. Meanwhile, it mightn't hurt to bear in mind that it took the best minds in the world several thousand years to get so nicely snarled up, you aren't going to detangle it in one morning. Take a break, huh?
(He has a point about Kant. In my opinion.)
No one could be grumpy when with you two.
Just have to tempt Mycroft back to help me work now...except I think 'stupid' isn't strong enough to describe my paperwork woes.
Lestrade, I bet he'd happily swap Kant's Critique of Pure Reason for ALL your paperwork at this point. (Don't take him up on it!)
Mycroft, I found this helped me in my trials through philosophy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QgCfnBtF7M
I have to say, academia didn't turn out to be my calling either, but I thoroughly enjoyed my philosophy and religious theory studies.
And by 'enjoy' I mean 'nap'. Top marks regardless...which says something, really.
No one has even pretended to understand the Met's paperwork systems. And it wouldn't be interesting or thought provoking. Just make you give up the will to live.
If the Met's paperwork makes no sense, they should let the computers handle it. :)
(Can you close your door and play holiday music while you plow through the papers, as a sort of counterbalance?)
Sadly computers haven't yet been taught to do risk assessment, or decipher the handwriting of some of my team.
I bet it is provoking some thoughts, though--unprintable though they may be...
Lestrade can you make me new wings tonight for the show tomorrow? You said you would.
Yes, true. I should add I can't decipher some of what my team have written, and neither can some of them who wrote it...
Danger, give me something else to think about? What do you and the boys want for dinner? Brain food, for Mycroft?
Wings? Sherlock, you've had all week to ask for wings, and you decide now??
Mine are droopy! And these should be whiter and glitterier.
Hey, Lestrade, did you or did you not ask for something else to think about? And now you have something. :)
Right...can you ask John if we have anything to make wings out of?
Actually, ask Mrs Hudson, too.
Some material, some wire - coat hangers? Something like that?
I'll stop and get anything we need, okay?
Danger - take away for dinner? Wings trump food prep tonight, I think.
You want some glue, too--fabric glue or something that will bond fabric to metal. You definitely don't want to be sewing a channel around the whole thing!
They should have sort of see through fabric and maybe feathers.
Do we have either of those things, Sherlock?
See through fabric sounds perfect...feathers could be pushing it. And how sparkly? Glittery, or sequins or...what?
Sequins! No but Mrs Hudson has a hot glue gun and wire stuff.
Yeah, I'll get takeaway, don't worry about it. Looks like you have enough to deal with. Heh.
Hey, don't think getting take away means you're off the hook for wing construction! You know all about...anatomy, and stitching, and stuff.
I'll get some fabric, Sherlock. Just white? Or any colours? And I'm sure we can sew most bits without glue, if they're see-through glue might look a but weird? We'll see.
Just white! And silver sequins. I don't want it to look funny. They should be DRAMATIC!
Craft glue dries clear, and so does fabric glue. Ask the clerk at whatever craft shop you get the fabric, he should know which kind to get.
(Unless you desperately want to be sewing on sequins all night. Or can get pre-sequined see-through fabric.)
Sherlock, 90% of looking dramatic is attitude. You will definitely look dramatic. (And I bet Lestrade And John make you some really awesome wings. As in "awe inspiring.")
Dramatic, you? You do surprise me, Sherlock.
I'll go to a fabric shop. Leaving now. If you think of anything else you need, let me know.
And ask Mrs H if we can borrow her sewing machine? I'm sure she'll let you if you ask nicely.
She has already offered, in fact. I'm just about to go and carry it up here for her. She's bringing some other things she thinks well need as well.
Good luck with your impromptu sewing project. Synthetic chiffon would make pretty wings - slightly see-through but tough enough to take some glued on sequins. Just...watch the tip of the glue gun, it'll melt the fabric. The hot glue shouldn't, though fabric glue would be best.
Thanks Danger - and Mrs H!
I've got a couple of metres of different fabrics - very nice lady in a shop that sells material for sarees. She fully understood how important the right fabric is for wings.
Home soon. Try not to let Sherlock fly away before I'm back.
I want hundreds of sequins! Hundreds!
I would have guessed that.
Did the fabric Lestrade bought have sequins on it already? Or do you get to put them on yourselves?
We are putting them all on. One at a time...
Please tell me you are not sewing them all on. Please. Because I've done that, and you Do Not Want To.
Have you met Sherlock? He has standards.
And we're soft gits.
The fabric does have a sort of embroidery pattern - a bit random and swirly. and we do have some sequins in rows - on a string, sort of, for edges.
Oh. My. God.
Sherlock, you pay attention to how much time and work this is taking. You will want to remember this in future years.
(No, really, you will. I still remember my mother making shields and swords out of cardboard and foil and shiny tape for everyone in my class when I was just exactly your age, for a Chanukah show. It took her HOURS. She did it because I didn't like the costumes the teacher had, and she wanted me to be happy. It makes me feel warm all over whenever I think about it, like I am now.)
Are we going to get a picture of the finished wings? They sound magnificent.
Mrs Hudson just bought us up some cake for dessert. And Mycroft shook his head at our sewing and made me a mug of coffee and John a pot of tea.
Sherlock is distracting the dogs.
*intoning* From each according to their abilities, to each according to their needs.
You two are SAINTS. Saints, I tell you.
Mrs Hudson also threaded the sewing machine.
Because neither John or I knew how. And not, as he hinted, because I can't see well enough to thread it.
It's a team effort, RR :)
Got to get back to my wing 0 Danger is giving me a grade 2 glare.
Oh Wow. Good luck with the wings! I'm sure they will be stunning.
It's a team effort
Aha! As I said earlier, it's your own little Marxist paradise. :D Lots of caffeine and the lack of doggie "help" are DEFINITELY necessary.
Chasing sequins is likely to be a major and necessary task as well.
Good luck on the wing project ! I'm sure Sherlock will look very cute yet dramatic.
(but, yes, you two are the ones who should have wings)
It's a bit of topic, but I've read this article that made me think about the previous discussion about Christmas and Santa and all that on one of he blog: http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/features/neil-gaiman-hanukkah-with-bells-on-1203307.html
It's by Jewish author Neil Gaiman, about how he lobbied as a child to get a christmas tree.
I thought it might interest some of you.
P.
Sherlock has turned into a cephalopod and doesn't want to go to bed because his wings aren't finished. He's wrapped around my leg and the leg of the coffee table to try to prevent me getting up to tuck him in.
Danger? This may be a team effort too...
Ha, Anon! Funny article! (But actually, the tree being pagan makes it much, much, MUCH worse from a Jewish point of view.)
How's the sequinning--and the rest of wing construction--going?
Sherlock, let go of Lestrade's leg--he can't finish your wings while he's attached by you to the coffee table. (More importantly, he won't.)
He will because he says he's soft and John says he's soft in the head, but actually his head is quite hard on the outside, just soft in his brain.
I'm going to have the best wings ever.
Cephalopods never want to go to bed!
cephalopods who wants wings tomorrow are going to have to.
I'll carry him up, you sit on him till he calms down?
Just leave a bit of space for me to squeeze out before you finish bricking up his bedroom door.
My fingers are like pin cushions. And I think I'm going snow blind. How are you?
Nope, Sherlock--it's not his head OR his brain that's soft--it's his heart. And it's not right to take advantage of him loving you that way.
Besides, if you don't get enough sleep tonight, you might make mistakes in the concert tomorrow. Your brain and body don't work so efficiently if you don't get adequate sleep. Better not take any chances.
But you WILL have the best wings ever, of that I am sure!
But the weather forecast said it will snow in the morning and when it snows I don't have school, and then it's going to stop snowing so I can just go in for the show and that means I can sleep in the morning.
It MIGHT snow in the morning, and I'm certain it won't be enough to stop you walking to school.
BED, Sherlocktopus.
Don't know. How many sequins are left?
A million? That's just an approximation. I haven't counted.
Noooo, Sherlock--if it snows too much to go to school in the morning, that will be too much snow for a show in the evening. *checks the interwebs* Besides, the current weather forecast for London is only calling for rain and 39 F, too warm for snow to stick even if it falls.
And since when do you sleep in because of a little snow?
I'm going to have the best wings ever.
Yes, I think you are - except Lestrade and John will probably fall asleep before they can finish them if you don't go to bed.
By the way, the snow is supposed to clear really quite early, so I think you'll still have to go to school anyway. Certainly well before the concert, if it's not until the evening.
John detached him from me and the furniture, now he's doing his teeth. I'm making more coffee.
How much more do you think you have to do with them?
*offers ice packs for sore fingers*
Err..dunno.
We'e gone for a more-sequins-at-the-top-fewer-as-you-go-down look. 'Drenched', you could say.
Don't tell Sherlock. Or do tell him...but say that's how all the best wings are.
chalk this up to another thing I never imagined I'd be doing...
That is how all the best wings are. No one is to suggest otherwise.
It is the ONLY way to properly show the shape of this sort of wings--denser at top and near the body, thinner as you go down and out. Obvious.
Also, welcome to the world of "I'm in a school-show/it's-a-special-day-at-school/camp tomorrow and need an elaborate costume immediately"--my sisters have had to come up with such things more times than I can count. I admit neither ever whipped up a full-out set of wings in an evening, though. I bow to you.
We haven't managed it yet!
We will though...we will not be beaten by the wings!
Ooh! I second the call for pictures of the wings! I have a box full of saris from one of my grandmothers, and they're so gorgeous that I wish I had the figure to wear one. (Also, it helps if you are not a klutz. The times I've worn them for cousins' weddings, I've been very careful to walk slowly and deliberately, given that stepping on my hem would bring the whole getup slithering down to the ground.)
Sherlock, you're going to have to think of something tremendously special to say or do for John and Lestrade to show them you love them as much as they love you.
They Will Be Awesome!
(You still at it, guys?)
SHERLOCKTOPUS! *dies and is dead*
Too cute, guys. <3
We finished at some ungodly hour. John packed me off to bed, like the bamf nanny he is. He said he and Mrs H would do final touches today.
Would love to say I had a lie in, but how likely was that when Sherlock had wings to try on?
I'm going to show great restraint and not ask what o'clock is an ungodly.
Instead I'll ask how the wings came out and how they looked on Sherlock--are they DRAMATIC and the best wings ever? And is Sherlock over the moon? :)
I think they look good. He's having a mini sulk because he wants to wear them right now, all day, and I've said no. (he'd fall over, or take off, or something.) But I will let him wake up John wearing them in a bit.
He is very pleased though. Very big smile in his face, which makes it all worth it.
You (and the rest of the wing making team :) ) RAWK!!!
(If need be, you can point out that the wings will lose their dramatic impact if he wears them before it's time to get ready for the show.)
I know it's impossible, but I'd really love to see a picture of him wearing those wings. Sherlock, do you think you could draw us a picture tomorrow? To illustrate the story of the show, maybe?
I'm very glad you've got your DRAMATIC wings, Sherlock, and I would also like to request that you draw a picture of them for us.
Lestrade - you're right, you're soft gits. And utterly wonderful. Everything about this has been making me smile :-)
He told me after he read my comment that he was grumpy because we didn't get any snow, too.
Just freezing wind and rain. Lovely.
I'm fairly sure he could be persuaded to draw a picture. I'm certainly looking forward to seeing him play.
Danger, hope the 'final touches' weren't too much work for you and Mrs H.
Freezing wind and rain is certainly nasty, especially if one is expecting snow.
Or has an open air form of transport.
Just so you know, though, I'm smiling helplessly at the whole wing-making, happy Sherlock, prospect of a Sherlock drawing of himself in The Wings real, and definitely not at the idea of you riding around on a nasty cold, wet day. (I don't suppose you took an Alternate Mode of Transport just this once?)
This is SO cute <3 Sherlock is a very, very lucky boy to have you in his life, Greg.
So Mycroft, how much did you miss being around all that?
RR - alternate mode of transport when I'll have to rush across London tonight to get to his show? Not a chance! Rather get cold and wet than be stuck on a tube train whilst he's playing his heart out (and plotting ways to kill me). And it's pretty nice now. Cold, but no longer wet.
Anon - we're all lucky to have one another. And to have all of you, too!
Clearly you and I have different definitions of "pretty nice". :) But you make a good point about missing the show.
*blows kisses to wing-making team for filling my heart with warm fuzzies*
Huzzah, wings! So excited for him, and you guys really are experts at giving the warm fuzzy feelings! Hope to hear a full report of the show from either you or John! Enjoy!
I just hope Sherlock's demands weren't too much for John and Mrs Hudson. He did seem pretty pleased with hiw they were... We shall see.
Well, pretty nice as in, sunny on and off, and above freezing. My office is warm :)
I think it would be brilliant if Sherlock would tell us about the concert from his point of view as well. :)
Not wet is better than wet. Warm office is good, too. Have you had lunch? (Fuss? Me? Must be your imagination. :))
Lunch...not yet. I'll grab a sandwich in a minute though.
He's emailed me three times from school for wing updates.
A minute, huh? How many "just one more thing"s are there in a minute?
Not excited about tonight at all, is he, then? :)
Ha, brilliant. It's nice to see him excited about doing something with other people.
RR - quite a few.
*shakes head at Lestrade*
*would scold if not so filled with warm fuzzies*
Is Mycroft still getting grumpy over philosophy books? (Are you, Mycroft? Or have you decided to let it all simmer for a bit?)
Danger...someone's just been stabbed. I've got to go out. This...might not bode well for tonight. I'll keep you updated.
All right. Good luck. There are marmite nuts in your bag.
RR, I'm still thinking about it. And I found a sequin in my ear this morning.
Good luck, Lestrade.
No rush, Mycroft, take your time. (That was meant seriously and not sarcastically.)
Do I sympathize or laugh about the sequin? Or both?
You're a hero. Will eat nuts if I have time. Am taking the bike, for hopeful quick gateway, if poss
Won't tell you where I found a sequin...
Won't tell you where I found a sequin...
Ooooh, a guessing game! *trying to remember this is a family blog*
Well, I did have two stuck to my nipples last night, so Danger could give an opinion on the aesthetics of piercing. But that was intentional. (it was late. We were losing it a bit)
But that wasn't where I found one...
Are you done yet? John and I are at the school. You have to come.
Not yet, Kiddo, but everyone here is trying to get me to the church on time, promise.
Lestrade--*laughs helplessly* Is it even safe to guess?
Sherlock--you know he's trying. Would he have stayed up most of the night to make you wings if he didn't want to see you wearing them?
L--And you said you didn't like musicals! My Fair Lady
I'll have to look later, RR. Not appropriate at a crime scene, I'm guessing.
Danger, really am hoping to leave very soon. Any coffee there? It's not possible to wear enough clothes under a forensic suit and I'm freezing. If no coffee, save me a seat that you can hug me in!
Ha, no. It's just a song, but no.
I know you'll get there in time if humanly possible...YOU CAN DO IT! (I hope.) And Sherlock is so lucky to have so many guests there, and trying to get there.
Sherlock, we're all thinking of you.
On way! 14 mins, half of London... rush hour traffic.
You won't need coffee, the room's about a million degrees from the press of nervous parents and excited kids.
You'll make it. I think they're going to start late anyway.
*sending up a little prayer*
I'm here! Mrs T and colleagues still trying to get small children to line up and not need a wee...
Temp in hall same as surface of the sun. Am stripping off as far as I can... although sitting here topless wearing longjohns probably going too far? Should have worn a nicer t shirt though.
*loud cheers*
Not to worry--for a change, no one will be looking at you. :D
Your nipple sequins aren't visible, what more can they ask?
*fingers crossed* for a wonderful concert :-)
(I am resolutely not thinking of DIs in nothing but longjohns. With or without sequin accessories. *ahem*)
Your nipple sequins aren't visible, what more can they ask?
(For them to be visible, of course...)
Sssshhhhhhh. All of you.
Especially you.
Spoilsport.
*settles down to listen quietly*
That was...wow. Amazing. Sherlock was *stunning*. I'm so proud!
Bow down to Mrs T and colleagues for arranging nearly an hour of small children doing astounding things!
Woo hoo! Did Sherlock have a solo? Did the wings look gorgeous?
I'm so glad you got there in time, L. It clearly meant a lot to Sherlock and to you. :)
(is there food? You never had lunch.)
Really amazing. Everyone did great, and Sherlock's mum showed up before he started playing, and it was just a wonderful evening.
And good point, we should eat now.
I ate nuts, RR.
He even did a bit he didn't do in our preview the other night - another boy was singing - he's a choir boy - Sherlock was playing. Enough to bring a tear to your eye, it was. Seriously beautiful.
Because I knew he wouldn't do it wrong and so this way it was a surprise!
Sherlock's mum showed up before he started playing
*tosses metaphorical confetti*
Nuts are not a meal. *ignoring description of own lunch menu*
It sounds like it was truly wonderful. Wish we could all have been there. (But then you'd have needed a larger room. Much larger.)
Which reminds me--is there a theater group you could join at Harrow, Mycroft? You might enjoy slipping into someone else's skin now and then--and if acting doesn't appeal to you, you'd probably make the world's best stage manager. It's a lot of fun being part of a show in really any capacity.
A most wonderful surprise, Sherlock! Applause and congratulations!
Well, I'm glad you have faith in some people :)
And you were both wonderful, and it was a brilliant surprise. (I think I saw Anthea dabbing away a tear or two, you know?)
I shall carry you on my shoulders through the streets in celebration, if your wings won't let you fly.
Yay! Well surprised, Sherlock! :)
if your wings won't let you fly.
I wouldn't be surprised if he levitated from sheer and well-earned glee and triumph. :) (Take photos if he does!)
I have about five minutes--so, have a splendid evening and a wonderful Saturday.Shabbat shalom!
Congratulations, Sherlock! It sounds like it was a lovely performance, and I'm sure your wings looks absolutely DRAMATIC and wonderful.
Hooray Sherlock! Sounds fantastic, I wish we all could have seen it! I bet seeing you play in your wings must have made it even more amazing.
Congratulations, Sherlock! We knew you'd be awesome!
Congratulations, Sherlock; I'm very glad you were able to play so wonderfully for everyone, and that you had fabulous and DRAMATIC wings, and that you were able to surprise people too :-)
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