Boys and babes.

Back at work today after a great weekend with John and the boys. The snow snowed, pretty much on time, we played, it obligingly melted, for the most part, before I had to be at work this morning. How often does that happen? Bit dicey, off the main tyre tracks, in places, but  overall my ride in this morning was fine and not too slippery at all.

Sherlock was absolutely shattered last night, after a very late night on Saturday and then most of the day out playing yesterday. He didn't even wait to be tucked in before he was spark out.

I've been trying to do paperwork and write my seminar all day. Done quite well on it, but I've got a headache now. Yeah, yeah, I should go and get glasses, I know. And a haircut! Sherlock, John, I have to have a haircut tomorrow before this conference. If either of you want in on the action, come and meet me after school and we'll go together.

As some of you will have seen in comments on John's blog, my little sister Rachel told me she's having a baby. So I'm going to be a half-uncle, again. I'm really pleased for her. She's always wanted kids, but has had a bit of a long hard road finding who she wanted them with. She sounded very happy on the phone though. Danger wants us all to meet up - which will be lovely. And she can meet my boys - all three of them. :) although I hope Sherlock doesn't scare her off the idea of kids! (only kidding, Kiddo)

Got to admit, mad me feel a little bit...I don't know. Jealous, I suppose, too. She's my little sis, having her own kids. Can't help but feel that if things had been different, if I'd been her age, might be me. Not that I'd trade Mycroft and Sherlock for anything, but you know. It's an odd feeling. Times change, things change... but yeah, probably better in theory than practice.

Now, with all the snow it's almost felt festive again, so it seems the perfect time to unleash a photo of Danger in his Christmas jumper on you all. This picture sums up him at Christmas, really. Sparkly, smiley, jumpery with a cup of tea.

And even though I maintain the jumper is...well, hideous, really, he still manages to look completely gorgeous in it. Should be impossible, but he manages it with aplomb.

See, horrible jumper, but you can still just about detect just how lovely his body is underneath it, despite his best attempts :) And that tiny tiny piece of our flat should give you some idea of the sheer amount of sparkly things we had in it.