Anyway, not much to say. Work is...work. I still feel oddly guilty for having so much time off. I'm sure it's a feeling that will fade! We've been so busy at home I have no idea how I ever fit working more in.
Have a very sweet picture.
I can't tell which is which. One trying to hide behind the other, anyway.
Have another very cute picture. Can't you just imagine him as your GP? I'd volunteer for all sorts of check ups...
And then this one, just because this is exactly how he'll look at me when he sees that one up there.
Yup, definitely cute.
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Oh yes, very adorbs. The degus are sweet too.
You are doing that exact face...
I have no doubt that my sister has some sort of never-ending supply of pictures of me she'll provide you with, hence having to get my own back somehow.
You have really, really lovely eyes, you know?
If you think you're going to get around me that way...well, apparently you're right.
I'm still posting those photos though.
And I am not doing that face!
No, now you're doing an eyebrows-raised 'don't say I'm doing that face' face...
Wasn't trying to get 'round you, was just saying.
I know.
I think you're just making up faces now. And/or Looks.
Never. You just have a ... mobile face.
Your looks are without compare.
The degus are very cute.
You two are completely adorbs.
:D
You are easily as sweet as a pile of degus.
Might I suggest an early bedtime tonight, gentlemen? ;)
A whole pile, huh? You big softy.
Tell me which day to have off this week? I'm having all of next weekend off.
Wednesday if you want to come with me and look at something on that old map, Thursday if you want the whole day free.
My excuse for saying Weds is everything to do with having the bike and easy transport if I'm with you - plus backup. And nothing to do with that fact I'd spend all day worrying what you were up to, at all.
Sherlock may actually have a genuinely wobbly tooth now. He asked how much money you'd get off the arm-fairy or the leg-fairy if you lost one of those, like he knows people do... I told him it'd be uncomfy to have it under your pillow while you were waiting. He looked at me like I'd gone mad, told me the tooth fairy didn't really exist.
I did have a feeling you might say that.
Ha. If he thinks he's handing me his teeth and getting paid for them, he can think again. They've got to go under his pillow, that's the rules, tooth fairy or no.
Now Sherlock is confusing me...if there's no tooth fairy, why would there be an arm/leg fairy?
(Arms and legs don't grow back even once, Sherlock, so best not to lose one. Perhaps you could do some research on that as an adult...after all, starfish grow back their arms.)
And now I'm off to meet my friends and hear new music from a very good singer/songwriter!
He honestly just does it to humour us, RR. You can almost sense him doing air quotes. What he really wanted to know was if you got money for them. I sort of explained industrial accidents/compensation etc.
He's interested because he knows he needs to be very careful with the Goos, because they can lose their tails, and they don't grow back.
Danger - you know you're setting yourself up for some sort of epic man-trap by enforcing that rule...
I shall make a rule against man traps as well.
I used to have enough problems finding a tooth under the pillow in the dark without man traps.
Give me a minute, Danger, then come in our room...it'll, errr...be a test, to see how well you evade mantraps.
Of course, I think my methods of capturing you - and my intentions when I do - will be rather different from Sherlock's...
SH - my mum had a box we were supposed to put them in under the pillow, for ease of finding. I think that's the way to go.
L - it's not a fair test if I don't want to evade it...
He honestly just does it to humour us
That's very kind of him, then. :)
How much is a tooth worth these days? We didn't get anything.
Danger - good point, well made.
I don't know. If it's too much he might just start knocking them out...
If it weren't for the fact you already sneak into my bedrooom at night, I'd knock mine out...never mind the cash!
I dunno - any parents out there? What's the price of a tooth? Maybe we should ask around at the school gates, Danger? See what the going rate is.
L, now you're just showing off, because it is utterly implausible for a grown man to be as adorable as your Danger is in that second photo. Are you sure the mantrap is your idea? Because I'd say he's a honey trap indeed.
Ha, it is showing off, yeah. He is that wonderful. Amazing, right?
(No, I don't think I miscounted--you were up late...)
A bit late, yeah. Glad you had a nice time.
I always heard 50p for teeth, a quid for molars. Or one for teeth, two for molars.
If you really want to upset Sherlock with the illogicality of it all the tooth-fairy story in the family of a friend of mine is that the teeth are woven into carpets. History does not relate how this is done.
I always hated having wobbly teeth, made me feel sick :( when I was a kid it was a quid for my first tooth and then everything else after that was 50p. I remember being gutted once cause one of my teeth got accidently washed down the sink and I thought the tooth fairy wouldn't come without a tooth, lol!
In my first school photo I'm smiling with a tooth sticking forward - it was loose, and I was *really* proud of the fact, so I had propped it forward to show it off in the photo! I have to laugh, whenever I see that picture :D
I hope you're not feeling too horribly dragged today, L...
You know, I have no idea what kids here get for teeth nowadays? I think asking Sherlock's classmates' parents is the right idea, though, as it probably should be in line with what his classmates get. (Although parents who send their children to school in designer duds might have inflated idea here, too.)
i'm alright, thanks. Think we're making progress. Just so heart wrenching talking to the family. The boys sister is just completely devestated - I mean, they all are, but I'm worried about her.
Yeah, well, we'll see, and then we'll decide. As John says, don't want him trying to knock more out! There's definitely a rule that the tooth fairy only comes to genuinely wobbly teeth, not ones that have been removed for the money!
Nony Mouse - I hated wobbly teeth too. Horrible feeling, just...ugh. Always pulled them out. Swallowed two of them, and did worry about what might happen to them! Had visions of them biting me from the inside :)
Ouch, L, that's tough--tougher knowing that the limits to your job means you really can't fix everything even when you can see a problem. Here's hoping the sister gets the help she needs.
Yes, an excellent rule to have--a mouth is not a cash machine!
L - how old is the boy's sister? Not that it's not a hard thing any age obviously.
I always liked the feeling of wobbly teeth.
She's fifteen, he was just a little older. Seemed she really looked up to him. The FLO is doing everything we can.
Weirdo :)
Poor girl. That's...just bad. I hope she finds something that helps, at least a little.
Yeah, I know, heh.
(FLO?)
Family Liason Officer - an officer specially trained to help a family understand what we're doing, the steps of the investigation, put them in touch with services who can help them, that sort of thing.
Not a job I could do, got a lot of admiration for the boys and girls who do it, day in, day out. Must be a hell of a strain.
Mmm, yes, it sounds like a very hard job indeed, emotionally.
Yeah, it is.
Danger, anything special you want for dinner? Any supplies we need for tomorrow?
Lasagna? Is that hard? No supplies needed, no. Just you and your bike.
Nope, very easy. We got salad? How's Sherlock today? Tooth still attached?
we do have salad things. The tooth is definitely loose. It's almost to the point where he can blow air in and out and make it wiggle.
Ugh. can't you just let him tug it out? Tell him there's no need to show me when I'm home. Which will be soon.
When we had teeth like that my grandfather would threaten to tie a string to it and tie the other end to the door knob and then slam the door closed if we didn't manage to pull it out for ourselves. My older siblings and cousins all agreed this was a threat he followed through on at least once for each of them. I'm too young to know if that's true, but I was never willing to risk it and always found ways to just avoid seeing him when I had loose teeth.
But that's the fun about being six and having a wobbly tooth: you want to show everyone. :)
He's welcome to pull it out if he wants to, I'm not stopping him. pretty sure he does want to show you though...
give me a dead body any day... Right, I'll brace myself for that.
Really am leaving in about 5 mins. Then a full glorious day off.
How was work? And do you have another bike lesson on Friday?
I only just stopped him from sending you a video of it on your phone.
Yeah, lesson Friday, should be good. I'll try to remember which bike i pick this time. Work was sniffly and coughy with a slight chance of bagel cutting accidents.
a slight chance of bagel cutting accidents
I'm trying to remember in what book Calvin Trillin spoke of bagel-cutting accidents occurring in parts of the US where people are just "not ethnically equipped" (read "not Jewish")! :D
As long as you can remember which ones you liked/didn't like/found comfy or not, and point them out, that's what matters. I'm imagining you won't want to wait too long once you're fully trained up before getting your own? There are some good second hand buys out there, easy handling, comfy, but with enough poke to keep up with mine :)
Bagel cutting? They deserve it, eating American food! What's wrong with a roll??
All this wobbly tooth talk made me think of this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPhRiaNW4UQ
Not something to try at home though, Sherlock ;-)
Sherlock...just.....NO.
What's wrong with a roll??
Rolls, pfui. Rolls are not chewy. One good bagel and Sherlock's tooth would be out for sure!
(Of course, it's perfectly possible that what you call a bagel is just a donut-shaped roll. A real bagel is both boiled and baked, to get the proper texture and taste. If it's not both, it's not a real bagel.)
Oh, and bagels are not actually American--they are Eastern European, and were brought to America by Jewish immigrants. :)
I don't eat them, so no idea what bagels have done to them here. But we have had a whole bagel related conversation on these blogs before.
Don't see the point in something you're supposed to put a filling in having a hole in it!
All I can tell you is that they're marketed as 'American Bagels' here. Maybe the Eastern Europeans disowned them, they were so bad.
Then I shall refrain from repeating it. :)
(And they're of Polish origin.) (See how well I'm refraining?)
Scottish Anon - that was amazing. I would've done that in a second as a kid, given the chance.
You're bonkers. And giving Sherlock ideas. You have to go and hunt down the missing fang when he shoots it into the stratosphere, right??
Oh God, I'm with L. No. I have a very strong stomach for just about anything except teeth. Eurgh. Pull it out quick, Sherlock, it's making me queasy just thinking about it.
No wonder Sherlock loves you, John. Your reaction to that video is absolutely illuminating. :D
(And for the record, bagels are freaking awesome, especially Asiago cheese ones. And given how absolutely starving I am right now, I'd eat a dozen of them. When is dinner again?)
I don't think we'd get it back, somehow. And I'm not sure setting off rockets in the middle of the city is the best idea anyway. But yes, I probably am bonkers. :)
Your reaction to that video is absolutely illuminating.
Ha. This is a more polite way of calling me bonkers, yeah?
Sherlock - no money if you can't find your tooth after, right??
Suppose you need to be a bit bonkers, or I'd probably never have met you galavanting across moors after luminous hounds.
Nooooo, I don't think that's what she meant at all...
L - fair enough. I mainly went out there due to poverty, but if she'd told me, 'Oh yes, and there might be some glow in the dark hounds and a charming DI', I wouldn't have said no.
And there was I thinking you'd mainly gone out there because she's too scary to refuse...
I really don't think I can be considered 'charming'.
No, not bonkers (well, maybe a little bit bonkers, but that's fun!) More that you're - how do I even phrase this, because I'm a parent in my mid 30s, so bear with me - you're still (both of you) so youthful, open, fun. Not dour kill-joys like some adults, ready to smash the fun out of everything. Take my husband, for example. Kiddo gets a Luke Skywalker lightsaber for Christmas. Well, what good is one lightsaber, I ask you? So hubs runs out and gets a Darth Vader lightsaber (has to keep the I am your father joke intact), and they're outside, in the dark, sword fighting all night. My parents didn't join in the fun like that with me, I guess is what I'm saying.
All right, done rambling now.
You are completely charming.
I'm not sure I ever thought of refusing, really. I would've done anything at that point, just to not be sitting around rotting.
A joke I just saw on Twitter, that I think Mycroft will enjoy - A photon checks into a hotel. The bellhop asks: "Do you have any luggage?" The photon says: "No thanks, I'm traveling light."
*moves out of throwing range*
Bollocks (with respect). You certainly didn't seem at all rotten to me. (Since then, of course, you've been thoroughly rotten to me. But I blame Nicky for half of that.)
Maz - young at heart, right?
Mazarin - that's lovely, and yeah, I do see what you mean. Neither of my parents would've been up for lightsaber fights either.
L - just as well you didn't meet me in London.
mmm. I still think i'd've fallen for your charms.
(The bollocks was to the charming bit, by the way, not the rotten bit.)
I've got my physical on Friday. I'm always scared they'll find something wrong.
I really don't think they'll find anything wrong. Try not to worry.
And I'm sure your bollocks are as charming as ever.
Hmm. Better charming than rotten, I suppose... :)
I know. I've known a few blokes go and see the quack, thinking they're fine, and discover they've got some sort of arthritis/dodgy back or whatever and have had to drive a desk for the rest of time.
Not exactly wild about getting my kit off for anyone but you, either.
I can look you over first if if you think it'd help?
Only if you look at me like in fig. 1. And wear a white coat. And snap a latex glove on in that way they must teach you in medical school to be most terrfying...
Maybe I can just take a note from you assuring the bloke I've had a thorough MOT from you ;)
Fig. 1 is a pile of degus...
And...that's how I want you to look at me. Slightly warily, with one eye and twitchy whiskers...right?
You know what I meant, Doc. I want that look of calm ... listenyness. :)
Ha! I'll have to grow my whiskers out.
I can do listenyness.
I'm sure your bollocks are as charming as ever.
I am now trying to imagine photos of bollocks being adorable and/or charming.
I do not think my imagination is up to the task.
Nah, I like your whiskers non-whiskery.
(I should clarify I don't have anything to say. I just think it's a good doctor-y look on you. I'd feel like I could talk to you, if I had concerns. You know? I just tend to scowl at people.)
So, where are we heading tomorrow on the bike? And why have I suddenly got a degu on my shoulder, Sherlock?
snap a latex glove on in that way they must teach you in medical school to be most terrfying...
Lestrade- do you have a medical fetish or something? 0_o
And is the new poll prompted by anything in particular?
Rider - I'm unconvinced that bollocks are ever photogenic, no matter how charming and/or adorable.
Rider - they could have little wigs and top hats...
L - you do not scowl at people! You scowl at criminals possibly. You don't scowl at me.
Ummm...I'll tell you off the blog. Not sure anyone else should know and also it sounds completely daft. I have no answer to the degu question.
i refuse to answer the first, on the grounds that whatever I say you lot will twist it :)
Err, no, not really. Just thinking.
And I agree. Even the very nicest of bollocks look ridiculous, really.
Okay. I'm used to you sounding completely daft.
I do wonder what these degus make of their lives, suddenly scooped up and put on a random shoulder/lap/surface. They seem to take it in their stride. Which ever one this is just spat an oat out, picked it up, looked at it, ate it, and looked at me as if I should probably have another...
And I'm sure your bollocks are as charming as ever.
You know, I was always told that doctors aren't supposed to treat family members because they tend to unconsciously dismiss their family's complaints as everyday grumbling.
I'm thinking there might be a different reason here..."distraction" leaps to mind. :D
hang on, hang on...did you just suggest bollocks should have wigs and top hats?? You can stay away from mine then!
Nameless, it's not me with the worrying fetishes!!
I do wonder what these degus make of their lives, suddenly scooped up and put on a random shoulder/lap/surface.
Well, they are social animals. All in the family...clan...social group...um, something like that!
Which ever one this is just spat an oat out, picked it up, looked at it, ate it, and looked at me as if I should probably have another...
I've never seen a oat plant (do they have a special name? A stalk of oats? An ear of oats?) that looked exactly like you, but I suppose to a degu...no? No, I guess not.
Yeah, the goos have adapted very fast to Sherlock scooping them up. Apparently they can fnd it a little unnerving, but these two seem pretty fearless. Can understand why they stuff food into their cheeks though, in case they're suddenly picked up and moved!
I believe it's ears of oats, and I don't think I resemble one at all. I just resemble someone soft enough to feed them. Although she's probably got a four course meal in her cheeks. And should have been back in her cage some time ago, Sherlock!
Lestrade - I think you mean it's not *just* you :-p
Although, John, he does have a point... wigs and top hats? (Also, I read that as "wings and top hats", which really isn't any better)
BTW - I tried and failed to comment yesterday (my phone was playing silly buggers), but that first photo of you, John, is just bloody lovely :-)
Is it a decor thing, Sherlock--do they just look good perched on Lestrade? Or is it for the social thing?
I was merely suggesting ways to make them potentially more charming.
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charming. Yes.
Nameless - I read 'wings' too. And isn't that first photo just lovely? I'm a very very lucky bloke. (Although I fear what he's going to post as revenge.)
Right, Sherlocks and Degus all need to be off to bed now, without any protests!
You already know I'm bonkers (and daft apparently), what do you expect! Wings...not charming.
Ha, bonkers, daft and lovely. Even without winged bollocks...
Bowties, maybe.
Just...no! I mean, you can do what you like to yours. Full dickybow and cummerbund... ;)
but mine are happy being non-charming.
I'm not doing anything to mine! This is completely theoretical.
Except I bet there's a website where someone's done it and taken pictures.
Is this another thing you need to admit to me, like your porn-writing past?
(I might have already found a sunglasses-wearing smoking set...but they don't look charming!)
...Smoking bollocks? Really?
I do not write porn! I'd say 'for the last time' but obviously it would not be for the last time. Nor do I dress up my body parts.
Would I lie to you.
Hmmmmm.
Well, Shortstuff is all tucked up and sleepy. I can check on you now...
As much as I hate to disagree, you do write porn, Doc. Albeit with aiding and abetting from a certain nameless D.I. ...
Those are some very nice photos! Look on the bright side - no regrettable/outdated clothing or food hanging out of anyone's mouth.
Ha! There you go, Danger. Your audience has spoken. Porn is in the eye of the beholder, or something...
Aren't they? See, I try to be nice to him and get terrible 80s pics in return.
DI Lestrade,
So 'adorbs' it should be illegal.
Why? So you would have an excuse to detain and...interrogate one Dr. John Watson?
- Curious Anon
Precisely, Curious Anon!
Goodness, but everyone has been quiet today--I hope that means John's mystery location yielded up something helpful (and not anything troublesome)...
And how's Sherlock's tooth doing--has it fallen out yet, Sherlock?
(Should I be worried?)
It spins almost all of the way around now when I push it with my tongue and it's really nearly falling out but not quite and Mrs Hudson says I'm not to pull it out and we're making cakes but she says the degus can't help.
Sherlock - No, you definitely do not want the degus to help. They'll be curious about everything, and it could get dangerous for them.
What kind of cakes are you making?
~A from NW
Cool, Sherlock! If it's loose enough to nearly spin around you probably don't need to pull it, it will fall out quite soon on its own, probably while you're eating. (That's how most of mine fell out. :))
I think Mrs Hudson's right about the degus not helping to bake--they'd want to eat the ingredients and if I remember right, most cake ingredients are not good for degus. Does she let you lick the bowls and things when the cakes go in the oven? That's my favorite bit of baking.
Are John and Lestrade in their way home, or are you having a special evening with Mrs Hudson?
We're making muffins and they've got raspberries in and she says we might ice them but it depends when John and Lestrade get back and she says the degus can't help because they'll eat the mix and she's not having rodents loose in her kitchen. She says that would be horrible but I don't mind because they're clean and have more baths than I do even.
Well, it's a fact that not everyone is comfortable around members of the rodent family, even very clean ones. And in this case it's probably just as well since muffin mix is full of things that are not very good for degus.
What color icing, if you have time for icing? Pink is nice with raspberry.
we are home, by the way. Haven't abandoned Sherlock to be raised by wolves, or degus, or anything.
The cakes got green icing, as did a large portion of Mrs H's kitchen and Sherlock, and everything Sherlock touched.
I think the degus enjoyed a night off...
Greg - How was the day out? I hope it was filled with some fun times for the both of you, and not just focusing on the case (not that the case isn't important, it is, but you both deserve to have some "couple-only" time together).
So just how hyper is Sherlock on sugar? Because I just can't see him agreeing to non-sweetened icing...
~A from NW
Oh, thank goodness. (Yes, I know you are adults and more than ordinarily capable of taking care of yourselves. I was...a bit worried anyway.) (I'm sure Sherlock has already pointed out that he is raising the degus, not the other way round.)
The cakes got green icing, as did a large portion of Mrs H's kitchen and Sherlock, and everything Sherlock touched.
Maybe Sherlock can have as many baths as Argon and Mercury today, then. :)
yeah, day was good - interesting - but that's Danger's story to tell.
Mrs H prevented Sherlock from eating too much, although he did glare at us from under a dark-and-slightly-green curly fringe when we got back so late.
Danger is now battling Sherlock, his curls, and the icing, trying to get him clean for bed. Sherlock's hair puts up enough of a fight without sugary icing, normally.
He really needs a haircut, and he really really doesn't want one.
Couldn't glare at us from under his fringe if he had a haircut, could he?
He does need one, though. His hair's like a nest of vipers on a bad day.
How about a compromise trim, instead of a haircut? Or at least a haircut from someone with sufficient people skills to leave it looking, um, like proper hair?
(Possibly Sherlock found it a bit worrying when you got back late, too--although perhaps in a different way than I did.)
Compromise trim tends to mean we go through the same amount of grief three times more often.
Maybe we could engineer a chemistry experiment that would very precisely singe off his fringe?
We did call to say we'd be late. We didn't just abandon him.
I promise I didn't think you didn't call, honest! But as Mazarin pointed out elsewhere, he possibly is not used to a great deal of stability, at least not in recent years.
Compromise trim tends to mean we go through the same amount of grief three times more often.
Maybe then the someone who will actually listen to what he wants and leave him with proper hair, and not just keep snipping? (If such a one exists. And if so, I may have to fly to London for future haircuts. :))
You severely over estimate Sherlocks engagement with proceedings. He doesnt want a haircut, so he won't speak to the bloke. We've tried all sorts of trims, scientific measures of how much to cut off, pictures of styles, all sorts. Sherlock gives everyone the silent treatment.
We always have it left longer on top, so his curls don't get cut off, as he obviously prefers that, but beyond that...Obviously he forgets all about it within about 30mins of getting out the door, and then we have a few weeks of him not complaining so much when one of us has to brush mud/glue/icing/unidentifiable substances out of it, and all is well until the next go around.
Maybe one day we should get him to my barber's, give him a short back and sides and see if the next time he voluntarily goes back to the guy who does his...
Maybe you could borrow a suitable sized pudding basin from Mrs H? Preferably one without green icing in it ;)
He won't get the knots out properly himself either, and it takes forever when he's been out in the wind. You don't know how close I am to shaving it all off.
Ah! I understand. There's nothing to be done, then.
Before going for the buzz cut...when combing it out, start from the bottom--you know, first the bottom quarter inch, then the bottom half inch, etc. Goes much faster that way, because the snarls don't, well, snarl as tightly that way.
I often wish I could just shave my hair. But for that look to work I think it help to have big eyes in a small face - and I have small piggy eyes in a big round moonface :-p
Oddly, I had really long hair when I was a kid, until my Mum cut about a foot off when I was about eleven. I didn't speak to her for a week... but I've kept it shorter, much shorter, ever since.
He'd just have a big matted heap of hair if he could. Probably with degus nesting in it.
It's a look.
:D
Ha, definitely with degus. Then he could have them with him all the time.
Nameless - yeah, it'd be at least a week before he spoke to me again. And kids don't get to make that many decisions for themselves so it'd be a bit unfair too...but it does get tedious.
On the bright side, Danger, at least he doesn't want plaits - or, worse, French plaits, or any other odd hairstyle before school every day (looking at you, Nichola.)
Now I'll know who to turn to if he ever does...
Yeah, Nicky!
I'm to bed. You can come and massage my abused buttock if you want (i got cramp, cos we rode a pretty long way today. Danger laughed so much he nearly fell off the bike). Alright for him, just sitting there looking pretty while I do all the work, eh? ;)
If she'd done it herself, you wouldn't be complaining about it 30 years later. I think you have hidden plaiting talents.
Bum cramp! I'm sorry, it's just inherently funny. I will be happy to try to loosen you up though.
You calling me a tight arse? People will talk if you go declaring your intentions to loosen my bum up...
You didn't find it quite as funny when I abruptly stuck my leg out as we barrelled through a country lane. You made a strangled sort of squawk as if you though I might be silly enough to be crashing.
You deserved to fall off, the way you were giggling after though.
Good night, guys!
I hope you'll have to time to write up today's adventures (however abridged) tomorrow, John!
I'm sure you wouldn't be silly enough to crash. Glad you chose a moment with no oncoming traffic to stick your leg out though.
I've always had very thick hair that grew very quickly - when I was little, it used to drag on the ground unless my mom braided it and then looped the braids in some spectacularly complex fashion. (Hindu women aren't supposed to cut their hair, ever, though I don't think that's why my mom never cut mine.) And then, oh, and then: outbreak of lice in the school and she hacked off all my hair until I had a haircut that looked approximately like John's in his icon. Traumatic for me, liberating for her - she's now got a head full of short curls and I've sworn never to let her near my head again except for cuddles.
I have lots of very fine hair, so it was a nightmare when I had it long. A minute after brushing it was a mass of tangles. Now I just cut it all to about an inch about every four months, with the occasional trim to the front and back if I start going shaggy in odd ways. I cut it myself, though, which is not a good plan for people without excellent mirror skills and patience. Never had to deal with curls, which is probably a good thing.
I had long hair as a child--waist length. And the day after my mother told me it was now my responsibilty to keep it detangled I went and cut it short, and it still is. I have no patience for and no skill with hair styling. :)
Well, we won't have all Sherlock's chopped without permission. Just a bit of it, until he can look after it himself.
:)
It does make a difference whose choice it is, after all. But the person doing the combing has to have a say!
That's nice and considerate of you guys. Ever considered writing a parenting book?
'The Gay Guys' Guide To Genius Wrangling'? I expect Danger's writing it already. :)
I'd read it. You guys seem to have the common-sence, loving thing down pat. Although I would love to read your chapters on The Talk and haircare.
I'd pay for a copy. I really would. :D
It would be a short book "do what you think is right".
I wouldn't like to presume what we do is any more correct or incorrect than anyone else. Or, indeed, that it would fit other children, or be any different to what other people manage on their own.
Danger...my face....
What, no "one size fits all" parenting? O_O
Worth the price of admission right there.
...wait, what about your face? L?
Your face? Has someone done something to it again?
(Chapter 10: French Plaits, by DI Lestrade)
It is possibly I'm slightly less handsome than this morning...
It's not serious. I just got a very fat lip, caught by flailing limb. Or something. It didn't even split. I just look like I've got a massive overbite, or am pouting or something.
How's your day?
(chapter 13... 'the birds, the bees, the rights and wrongs of interspecies mating', by Dr Danger)
Oh god, I was joking... Are you sure you're all right? What happened?
Usual story. Boy meets boy,boy tries to arrest boy, nous and boy end up bringing up two genius children.... no, wait, that's not how it usually goes...
Buy tries to arrest boy, other boy takes exception and struggles, lots of people, small space, a few cuts and bruises to all parties. It's fine. I just look ridiculous. Slightly fatter on the left. It feels funny on my teeth. And throbs a bit. And my coffee is too hot.
I suppose if you're still drinking coffee it can't be too bad. I'm just picking up Sherlock. Do you have time to see us if we stop by?
Excellent, go have a look, please, John!
(I believe you, L. I'm just neurotic that way.)
Can probably manage 15 mins for you to laugh at my fat face.
Good, we'll be there shortly. We're bringing you a sandwich.
Very nice sandwich.
Anyone would think you don't think I take care of myself...
Chapter 19: Care and Feeding of Your DI...
So are you and Sherlock heading for a haircut now, John? :)
No, just to Tesco. I think I'm making dinner tonight.
I can do it if you want!
That could be a whole new book,.Doc.
Chapter 7: Wing Construction
I know you can, I just don't think you should have to.
DW - ha, wing construction might have to be more than one chapter. Maybe an appendix, along with pond building and degu training.
If you includded fishermen and pictures,.yes.
All right. What are we having then :)
Scallops with rice noodles.
Or pizza if it goes horribly wrong.
(I bet Sherlock is now hoping it will go horribly wrong. :))
Scallops? There's posh!
I've got a video for it, if anyone else wants to try it...
http://titlisbusykitchen.com/archives/pan-fried-scallops
I meant diagrams, not fishermen. Sorry, shaky.hands.
I thought it might be diagrams, but with the pond, fishermen didn't seem entirely out of the question. You all right?
I'm alright.
Tell us if we can do anything, DW. (in the spirit of the long held tradition on this blog of no one ever believing anyone in 'all right'.)
There's about 30 things on Titli's site I want to try. Is there anything else you've tried from her, John, that you thought turned out well?
(in the spirit of the long held tradition on this blog of no one ever believing anyone in 'all right'.)
*blush*
Mazarin - I made the beef with broccoli, and that turned out pretty well. I want to try this cake, too...
http://titlisbusykitchen.com/archives/better-than-sex-cake
With a name like that... *fans self*
You'll have to make that cake, John. Then I'll decide if I should chain you to the oven or the bed...
Yes, DW, hoping you are truly all right soon.
Just haven't kicked the sleeplessness thing yet, that's all guys. No worries.
Beef with broccoli is my fav, fox. Ilk have to try it sometime.
I'm sorry, DW, that stinks.
Oooh, Better than Sex cake is one of those things that originated in the Southern US, IIRC, and it's just heavenly. There are also about a million versions now, even a chocolate one (Which may actually be better than sex, but we've not tried it yet. The cake part. The other part we've got down pretty well! :D ) Anyway, beef with broccoli is one of the things on my list, but I have to do some converting of quantities for most of her recipes first.
Hope you get some sleep soon, DW.
"Scallops? There's posh!"
Good thing you said that, Lestrade. I grew up in Brisbane, where a scallop is a battered, deep fried potato cake. Confused the hell out of me when I moved to Tasmania, where the scallops everyone was eating was not even remotely like a potato cake... I eventually got used to thinking of scallops as seafood, but apparently when I moved away from Tasmania I've promptly reverted to my old understanding.
I got the urge to bake last night, and ended up making a really simple Lemon self-saucing pudding. It was intensely lemony.
They are posh! And very tasty.
And now I might have to drag myself to bed, having dragged shortstuff to bed. (Sherlock, not John.) I'm unbelievably tired for no real reason
Scallops are finely sliced, deep fried potato here in Lancashire as well. Think battered crisps! If you slice the potato fine enough it almost disappears during the very short frying time. Hard to imagine anything much worse for you but still delicious!
Hallo, L. I commented a couple days ago and you asked if I was new and I promptly said "aaaah!" and ran away, because anxiety things, but anyway, I have anon-commented a few times and generally lurked.
When I was a bit older than Sherlock, I composed a letter from the tooth fairy to show to my parents. I'm not actually sure what I thought was going on at the time, but I clearly understood the value of evidence.
Said 'aaaah' and ran away? I do have that effect on a lot of people. Mainly suspects....
Ha! I like how your mind works... I can't believe Sherlock's tooth is still hanging in there...
My mind is generally entertaining, but has been known to gibber frantically when faced with social interaction.
Come to think of it, that's why I'm still awake at this hour, as opposed (I assume) to your just awake. I am meeting a friend for coffee this afternoon, and I haven't seen her in a few years, and hopefully it will not be terrifically awkward, but I am fretting. Probably it would help if I did catch a few hours sleep beforehand, so I will lie down and try that. Soon. Probably.
Good luck with the sleeping. And I hope coffee goes well - I'm sure you'll be fine.
I woke up a few times in the night fretting about my medical exam... but there's nothing I can do to avoid it!
Good luck on the physical today, Lestrade. You may be the only person the doctor's ever had where he recommends more exposure to Danger!
Have a good time, CQ. :)
Good luck at the doctor today, Lestrade (feels odd wishing someone good luck with a routine check up...).
Hope all the sleep deprived here had, or are having, a better night.
(The captcha said "troutp". Clearly it's heard about your unwanted trout pout, Lestrade)
Yes, hope the medical goes well.
And have a good weekend everyone, I'm off to wrestle the railways this weekend. Last time I went by train ours had to push the broken down train in front to the next station, I'm hoping for better this time.
Got my four in, Nameless. I think I need a better ration card. :). Speaking of, Lestrade, I found mine from England the other day, and never noticed there was a coffee section! I don't remember how much per month wwe were alloted, but I'm sure it wouldn't keep a Lestallion hallucination.
Have fun, SH! Hope your train's a good one.
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