Today started far too bright and early with a small hand shaking me, attached to a small Sherlock who was, according to him "Starving. But you don't have to get up, just get me breakfast" Hmmmmm.
Got up, fetched him a glass of milk and a banana, to prevent his imminent demise, and told him I was going back to bed, and he was too, but he could choose which bed he went back to, and we'd have proper breakfast together later.
He chose his. Then ours. Then his. Then ours with degus in tow, at which point John chose that the goos went back to their own bed, and Sherlock got in with us. Well, he sat on top of the covers reading a medical textbook, anyway. And then asked if I was really having my piercings done today. Which I was (planning to, anyway, at that point), which opened me up to a world of 'why?'. I'm not sure he was ever satisfied with the answer, beyond that I wanted to. He thought it sounded painful and pointless!
John and I took him off to school, grabbed a coffee and sat in the park, because blue sky had appeared, and you should always make the most of that, then got home, where there sadly wasn't enough time for going back to bed.
We got geared up and headed off on my bike to his lesson. I was really glad I could take him over there - give him a final reminder of London traffic before he flung himself into it! And then I got a bit jealous of the array of bikes at his disposal. They had some lovely machines there. So I tore myself away and came home, leaving him in the tender care of Gavin, the bike tutor, to get his leg over some fine, fine bits of kit.
Being at home alone was very strange. I wandered about for a few minutes, thinking it was oddly quiet, did a few chores, then got the degus out for a bit of company! They pottered about in their run-thing we have, I played my guitar. They seemed to like it. That or I usually don't hear them talking to each other so much because Sherlock rarely stops talking over them. So I lay my guitar down and sat Argon on it. When I plucked the strings she sat up and chirped, which made Mercury do the same. So I put Mercury on it too. They sat there for a minute or so, then Mercury decided to try to eat a string, so they went back to their run and I went back to playing until it was time to go and pick Danger - and his very wide grin - up from his lesson. I'm surprised his helmet fitted on, he was smiling so widely.
Well, at 1pm we were in a very nice shop, meeting a girl called Ella, who stabs people for a living...
She was lovely. Sat us down, asked how long I'd been thinking about getting it done (thirty odd years - she said she thought that was long enough) and asked John if he was staying, and checked he wouldn't faint. He assured her that, being a doctor, he wouldn't. Then she told him I was his problem if I fainted, as he was a professional! She was very good at explaining everything, and we chose what jewellery I was going to have put in once she'd stabbed me.
I'd been toying with the idea of having vertical piercings, but decided on horizontal in the end, so she did all the antiseptic things, drew dots on me, checked I was happy. I checked Danger was happy, then she used little clamps to grab my nips, which she said might hurt, but, errr, definitely didn't. And then I rested my head back and stared at Danger (and held his hand) so I couldn't see what she was about to do!
It did hurt, but only a bit. About a six-seven out of ten, once she'd got the jewellery in. Which made me a bit nervous about the second one! But that one actually hurt less, oddly, only a 3 or a 4. And then, in what seemed like no time, i was looking down at my 'new bling' as she called it. And she was offering John the chance to get a matching set...
Putting my shirt back on was...interesting. Odd. Very sensitive! But even though my bike jacket is quite tight, it almost felt better, because it didn't move about much.
Sherlock managed to tell an entire playground of people what I'd had done, we went for ice cream and the goos got a redesign of their cage. Busy day!
(Now I just want to know when John-the-underwear-model finds out that Greg-the-florist has a little extra decoration under his sensible-businessman exterior... )