How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down...

There's nothing like having the boys around to make life that bit more...exciting? Interesting?

I can assure you I wouldn't have been breaking into a school without them...well, not really breaking, just jumping the fence. Trespass, not breaking and entering, so no worries about being arrested, which would have been embarrassing!





As some of you will have seen, frogspawn has become tadpoles, and Sherlock is most annoyed it happened when he was away. But there is a little spawn left:

And anyway, tadpoles and frogs are more exciting when they start changing, so he'll still see the interesting bits.

Here's something rather calmer, which Sherlock actually sat still on my lap watching for at least 5 minutes earlier, which was pretty amazing, as being still isn't one of his strengths. Mycroft found it and showed us.

And we've baked Hot Skull-and-crossbuns, because clearly Hot Cross Buns just aren't good enough in this house.

Someone asked what Colomba was. It's an Italian Easter cake, meant to be in the shape of a dove (pigeon), but you need a fairly active imagination to get that if you don't know it already. It has candied peel in it, almonds, that sort of thing. I haven't had one for years - you need enough people to eat it. Or one Sherlock. I should have made one, really, but I didn't think about it until I saw one in the window of a deli.

Sherlock is spending a lot of time with the Degus, and moaning that Mrs Hudson probably hasn't tried to do any of the training he left her to do with them - I'm sure  he's right!

And I called Mum earlier. I was...amazed to see she'd sent John a card. And although Nicky might have influenced it, it was definitely her who wrote it. (Nicky can spell, for starters). I hope it means she's taken on board some of what Nicky's said.

Of course, life never being simple, she also told me she's got a new man in her life. So...well, saying I'm worried would be massively hypocritical, right? Because it's exactly what I've been moaning about her thinking about me. Head in the sand time for me, I think, because I don't know what else to do.

Sherlock is also breaking some sort of record for how many times per hour he can ask when we're going on the balloon flight I got for John.