There'll be a little crease in between his eyebrows, little frown when he's trying to understand all the symptoms. A knowing nod, hands clasped together, maybe leans forward...
And then he's all capable and businesslike and utterly assured as he examines and listens and taps and investigates.
I bet none of his patients imagine him looking like this:
Bet he wouldn't mind a couple of piercings in those...
In other news, someone's made some sort of utter mess of my training/assessment schedule. And waiting for the powers that be to sort it out. Might be pensioned off before it gets sorted out. No one seems to know what's going on.
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Oh my god.... Harry wasn't even there! How did she get those?
*giggling madly*
There's some sort of Sister-magnetism which attracts embarrassing pictures of brothers, I guess...
Are you really typing that from the bathroom? :)
Might be
I still think it's unfair that you're looking unbearably cool in all of yours except for the clothes and I've got buns on my chest and pasta hanging out of my face.
Hey, you started this!
You look gorgeous, as always. And anyway 'unbearable cool except the clothes' is like me saying 'utterly gorgeous apart from the pasta'. Heh.
You do seem to be just a wee bit obsessed with food in these photos, John....
except for the clothes
(John--Getting any inspiration for future birthday presents from 'em?)
He's choosing food themed ones on purpose now, I'm sure of it.
And you, come out of the bathroom so I can throw cushions at you. I mean so you can say goodnight to Sherlock.
Well, SOMEONE is obsessed with food.... :D
(Did he come out?)
been out for years, RR! ;)
just getting dry/dressed, Danger.
I'm sure he would prefer if you didn't...
who would prefer who didn't do what?
I need a haircut. It's like a dirty mop at the moment.
been out for years, RR! ;)
*snicker*
And because every time I look at the post, this is what comes to mind: (wait 'til 2:54)
" who would prefer who didn't do what?"
Sorry. I sent that to the wrong place. I wondered why I had a captcha for.a text...
Right, well I'm going to pretend you meant that I would prefer it that John didn't throw cushions at me, okay? :)
I assumed you meant I'd rather Lestrade didn't get dressed.
Either also qcceptable answers.
...acceptable
Sherlock was out like a light tonight. Wonder what Mrs T's been doing with him?
Has he got a parent's evening soon? Not that we don't know what he's up to..
And that tooth hasn't fallen out yet. Amazed he hasn't just yanked it out.
Amazed he hasn't just yanked it out.
*wince*
Maybe he tried, but if it's not actually loose, he's probably not strong enough. Which is just as well, because if it's NOT loose, yanking it out would make a heck of a bloody mess (and I mean that adjective quite literally!).
hopefully he's forgotten about it.
I hated having wobbly teeth. Just..ugh. Couldn't do with the feeling of it moving. I always pulled them out. And yes, it was generally very messy. Drove my Mum wild.
He asked if he'd still get money for it if he didn't believe in the tooth fairy. Heh.
Parents' evening - yeah, soon I think. In the next couple of weeks. I need to write down when somewhere.
Forgetting about it would be good!
Quite a few of my baby teeth refused to loosen and fall out, period--the adult teeth just grew in all around and behind them. The dentist ended up having to pull a good half of them, and it was Not Fun.
I need to write down when somewhere.
Calendar on your phone?
I hope he gets at least one tooth loose soon. Nothing like getting a bit of a treat for the first tooth lost.
Regular teeth didn't bother me so much when they were loose, it was the molars I hated! It always felt so wrong to pull a tooth that big out of my mouth. *Shudder*
Piplover - I totally agree. Although believe me, searching around a car park for a couple of your adult teeth some scrote has knocked out is worse! The hole left behind felt like half my face was missing. (Didn't find one and half of them, hence my fakes.)
Ouch!
There was that much adrenalin in me, RR, that it didn't hurt until much later.
"Much later" as when you were at the dentist, or "much later" as when you were searching around a car park for the teeth? (Either way, definitely Not Fun!)
Nice buns, John :-)
Oh, John! You are funny.
And I found a picture of a young Orio for you. And, well, the clothes aren't embarrassing. I've just sent it over to you on email.
Email? Danger, just borrowing your laptop!
RR - 'Much later' when I was in Casualty waiting for some painkillers and trying to give a statement, which was really just one long lisp.
Nicky, you are a wonderful person.
If that's what you think, I almost certainly think she's a toerag.
What on Earth has she sent you now?? Nicky, is there actually an end to the number of photos of me you have?? I'm going to...have a billboard made of that one of you naked in the garden just wearing wellingtons and put it up on the billboards around Bristol or something.
when I was in Casualty waiting for some painkillers
I have this irrational wish to go back in time and commit some mayhem.
Which does not in the least abate my interest in the photo Nicky just sent... :D
He got sent down for a stretch, if it makes you feel any better.
I have this irrational wish to go back in time and commit some mayhem.
I always do too when he tells these stories.
Danger, you cause mayhem enough :)
It was only a bit of blood! I'm still here. It's just the job - the uniform, in that case. I was inexperienced, he really didn't want to be caught. Just the way the world works.
I always do too when he tells these stories.
Maybe Sherlock could build us a time machine!
You lot keep telling me it's past experiences that make you what you are. Mine just involve a lot of people not liking what I am - not who I am, well, you know, notable exceptions. I really don't let it worry me. You shouldn't either.
I know. Can't help it though.
I think you'll like the new photo. You're not wearing anything ridiculous in it.
Yeah, well, if I ever met the bloke who shot you in a dark alley I don't suppose I'd feel very charitable toward him, either.
...I really hope you don't mean what I think you mean.
Nichola, if this is a photo...that he took, just warn me, right? You don't have to show me it, but just tell me before John posts it.
I really don't let it worry me. You shouldn't either.
Oh, now he wants us to be rational and consistent.... :D
(I don't think Nicky would do that to you, L.)
It's not! It's from one summer, when we were kids. I wouldn't do that to you, Gregorio.
John, you be careful when you're doing your investigating, won't you? I'd say to take Orio with you, but he just seems to keep proving what a trouble-magnet he is, so maybe you're safer leaving him behind!
Love to you both - and the boys. Now I'm going to bed, where you two should doubtless be, if you're both working in the morning.
xx
Cheers, Sis. (Don't think this doesn't mean I won't get you back.)
And I am not a trouble magnet! Danger Magnet, maybe ;)
L - you can see it first if you want to.
Nicky - I will be careful, thanks, and you're probably right about bed. Good night, sleep well.
Don't want to see it at all :)
No, I don't mind. You should probably get a bit of fun before I post more of you and your odd relationship with food...
but you should definitely come to bed and put the laptop down. Definitely. And then tomorrow, whilst you're snoring...you haven't changed your password, have you? Ah, well, even if you have, between Sherlock and me we'll get into it :)
delete delete delete. :)
How many more can there possibly be???
Even with Sherlock's help, you won't guess this one.
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With Sherlock's help it won't be a 'guess'.
Come on, bed, before you post anything. Because then I'd have to punish you, and you'd probably make three misdiagnosis before tea break through sleep deprivation.
DW - nope, sorry.
L - you manage to make that sound strangely appealing, but I'll come to bed anyway.
I'm paranoid now - keep checking your blog :)
I'll save the punishment for tomorrow, then...
Oh, RR, that's marvelous! And oh, I don't think I've ever heard all of "I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair," and it's _marvelous!_
I don't know why South Pacific, and for that matter Carousel, were not part of my upbringing.
:) Rogers and Hammerstein were part of Broadway's Golden Age, EVERYONE should see them.
(My mom used to put on one record for us, one record for her, and the records for her were either Peter, Paul, and Mary and their ilk or Broadway cast albums. They're part of my DNA!)
(And John wouldn'tt do that to you, either.)
I know they wouldn't purposefully, but they would necessarily know - John couldn't, anyway, Nicky would probably be able to work it out.
You can trust them to stay away from anything iffy, really. And the photo in question couldn't have been cuter.
So, uh, Doc... Explanation of the blatant bun fondling?
How did you...oh, you mean in the photos :)
Pretty safe bet. You guys do seem fond of...pastries.
But yes, the pictures. Unless there's a titilating tidbit you'd like to share with the class?
I was only asking because I got a bit of a shock last time Nicky gave John a portrait of me that Bry took. But I don't want to ban them all - he might have been a bastard, but he was a professional photographer and probably took some of the best pictures of me that exist.
I'm honestly not sure... It was a party at Murray's sister's house a few years ago, and I was trying to be funny. That's all I can remember. We'd had a bit to drink by that point.
We'd had a bit to drink by that point.
Dat ole debil rum... :)
You know, since there are clearly some photos of you that would bother you to see posted, you really should talk to John about this--not here. Okay, maybe?
There aren't pictures that would bother me - well, not ones that John would ever post, anyway. I'd just like warning, that's all. Which I trust both Nicky, given she's his dealer, and John, to give me. So far All the pictures here are ones which Nicky knows she took, which is fine.
*pats shoulder*
Okay, then.
(You've got two days, it might just come up. Or not.)
Uk, I had that happen to me, too. Except my adulte teeth wouldn't come in, so he had to pull 4 of them, and then only 2 adult teeth came in to replace them. The others just didn't exist.
I ended up having four adult teeth yanked to orthodonture , so that would have been a good thing for me, not having them grow in in the first place. But yeah, ick!
ReRe - both John and Lestrade have talked about things in the blogs that they've said they wouldn't have felt comfortable speaking about face to face. If Lestrade is happy to mention something, I think we have to trust his judgement.
Lestrade - very cute photo :-p
Nameless, that is not at all what I meant...
Fair enough, ReRe, I must have misunderstood.
Ta Nameless. I'd refute it, but I've learnt there's no point.
I don't think I know what either of you mean. But, well, rest assured, if there's anything John and I need to talk about, we will.
The only reason I was worried this time was because of the implication of me not wearing much, because I used to model nude for Bry, and wanted to be prepared if it was one of those. Which clearly it's not, so all is well.
You were being funny, Danger. Trust me :)
I wouldn't post nude photos of you on the internet (despite that drawing of me with a jar of jam)! I mean, I know it's possible you're not wearing anything in this one, but you can't tell that. And you're wearing a small tree besides.
Hey, that was that season's very latest fern, I'll have you know.
Well, lots of them were...tasteful! I mean, nothing I'd mind anyone seeing. Obviously, as hundreds of people did see them, in galleries. No rude bits on show. :) (very much like you and the jam)
I was thinking more along the lines of the advisability making it clear what your boundaries are before John unknowingly crossed one.
(Although if that is the only boundary you've got as regards to photos, you seem to have it covered. So to speak.
:D)
Ha. Maybe not in the way I was hoping, but yeah, I'm sure.
You wait for the last ones...
but you can have the day off today. Tomorrow, maybe...when we're back from our trip.
So I get the full agony of anticipation while we're out?
So I get the full agony of anticipation while we're out?
I can't resist: Anticipa-ation...
You can get the agony of anticipation of all sorts of things...
Maybe we should run up to the school to pick up Sherlock - might be the only way we get time.
That's if you're not to stiff from being in the saddle for so long ;)
Ketchup is food, so it's in the right area... :D
...Wait, wait, wait. I've just grasped what you said earlier about the photographs. This means there are enormous photos of you tastefully naked in a gallery somewhere?
John, are you looking for a treasure map?
Ah, no, no pics in galleries.
Large pictures of me naked on people's walls at home, now, I suppose.
*mind officially boggled*
Because you can't imagine anyone wanting that on their wall? :)
(Oho, fishing, are we?)
Because I can't imagine anyone getting anything done with that hanging on their wall. :)
Nope, just aware that if I say anything derogatory you'll all be on my case.
(I suppose I could have come up with something more...more, but I'm too tired to make things up! :))
Verrry true, we would indeed . :D
And i wasn't really sure what you were 'boggling' at, regarding the story.
Danger...we've picked a horrible day to go for a ride. It'll be good for your learning curve!
And now you know. :)
What's the weather like, then?
At the moment, windy and rainy, but the forecast says it'll get better.
There'll be a tonne of spray on the motorway. Be good for John to experience it all on the bike. We don't ormally go out much in the wet.
Fun, fun, fun!
Stay safe, 'kay?
Have a good trip, guys. Hope the weather eventually cooperates.
Enjoy yourselves and watch out for the other idiots on the road. As we tell the kids "don't drive faster than your guardian angel can fly".
I like that, SH!
We survived the trip. It sort of eased off raining, but you couldn't tell, there was so much spray. So we just took it easy. And now it's almost trying to be sunny, inbetween the clouds.
Just have to wait and see how long it is before nosey neighbours call the cops on two bikers sussing out an empty house..
If you're both wearing bike jeans and your jackets, the neighbors might find themselves with other interests. ;)
We are now, having stripped the waterproofs off! It's trying to be sunny...glorious!
What better way to spend the day than a gorgeous boy, a gorgeous bike, a good road and some sunshine.
I highly doubt anyone would ever argue with that, L. I'm so glad you guys are having a good time.
L - Large pictures of me naked on people's walls at home, now, I suppose.
That's...amazing. And yet not really surprising at all.
Innie - I don't know what I was I looking for, but we didn't find it. Just a bit of a mess, her papers everywhere, fridge no one had cleaned out for three months. Well, maybe one thing, but it might be nothing.
Amazing? I don't want to ask why it isnt surprising... do I strike you as the type of person who spends time naked on people's walls?
No, but if I'd had money to spend on enormous photographs of nude men and a wall to hang them on, I can quite see picking you. Much rather have the real thing though.
The one thing that might be nothing is more data, at least. Did you try pacing out the directions starting at the flat?
You can't really tell they're me. I mean, you probably could, because you know me, but otherwise they're fairly anonymous.
You can take your own, anyway :) or just string me up on the wall ;)
Nah, I'll just stare at you instead. Not strung up on the wall, I think. Maybe making pasta and stuff.
RR - yeah, nothing there either unfortunately. Well, a chip shop, but not quite what I was hoping for.
It does seem unlikely that Mary was being directed to a good place for lunch, yes. :) ("Chip shop" means a place that makes fish and chips, right?)
Is Sherlock very disgruntled at not being allowed to take part in your investigation, or are the degus more interesting at the moment?
Good chip shop though...
Probably safest, Danger. Doubt anyone would pay much for my body now. Not as trim as I was back then.
RR, no, degus are no substitution for a possible crime to investigate.
Especially a crime I get to investigate, 'even though you're not a policeman at all, it's not fair!'
Heh!
Well, maybe he can have a go at the puzzle-y bits, even if he can't with the hands-on parts?
You work hand in hand with the police. A very close relationship.
If Mrs H dares to show her face there will be an epic Holmes vs. Holmes battle over why she didn't employ him as her PI though. He'll probably pull his ID card on her ( Danger doesn't have one of those, either, Sherlock points out. Definitely not a policeman at all.)
I think it must be one of those instances where the less officialness, the better. Clearly this means John is the best choice all round... :D
NO, I WOULD BE! No one would think I was an official policeman and I could do the investigating and no one would guess ever because adults are stupid and wouldn't think I could but I could.
You make a good point, Sherlock--it's true you wouldn't be suspected of being official. But you might be quite noticeable just because you are not an adult.
And while you might be best at some parts of an investigation, if it got dangerous (and it seems your mum thinks it might perhaps get that way) you couldn't do much, just because you are the age and size you are. It's not your fault, and that makes it horribly unfair, but it's no use arguing with the facts.
But! If you had ideas about what to do and what to look for, or other ideas about what's going on, you could tell John and Lestrade and be an important part of the investigation that way. Because it's always good to have a team.
I'm fairly sure it won't be dangerous. I mean, as sure as you ever can be.
(Yes, you're helping your side of the argument very well there... :))
In this case, I'd think it's not whether it's likely to become dangerous--hopefully not!--it's whether Mrs H has decided that it might perhaps get dangerous in a way Sherlock couldn't handle, wouldn't you say?
(By the way--reading back, I seem to be rather testy today, my apologies. I didn't fall asleep 'til 5:00am, and now they're pouring concrete under my window and the %*@#*() truck is NOISY.)
I honestly don't think Mrs H has mentioned Sherlock in relation to this investigation. I'd be happy for him to come on things like we've done today, if it weren't that a. we biked there and b. he was at school. Although there are times when his, er...lack of tact and rather direct line of questioning might be awkward. (See How (Not) To Catch A Murderer In A Crowded Public Space - S. Holmes.)
So what are they building/doing, all your builders? Something worthwhile, I hope.
That should please him, if you two take him along on some appropriate weekend expeditions (if/when appropriate and not dealing with catching murderers in crowded places). And it's not as though you wouldn't listen to any ideas he has--you might not agree with his conclusions, but you would listen to and consider them.
(Of course, he might have a different idea about who is in charge of said expedition(s) than you do...)
This is the same construction crew that have been working on the apartment building roof since November 2010 (that's right, they began 14 months ago)--they've dug out the building courtyards, repaired the sub-ground walls, and refilled them, and now they've begun laying concrete in them. They are making one heck of a mess, and not in a good way. And LOUDLY, it's like sitting next to an airplane engine!
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