We're just about to head back to London. Mycroft needs to get back to school, and hopefully Sherlock will be tired out enough to have a bit of an early night!
He isn't banned from the internet or anything, by the way, but I think he's staying quiet after a few of you said you were disappointed in him, as he's worried he might get even more tellings off. No bad thing, in my view. He'll be back soon enough :)
John and I went to see Mum this morning. Sherlock wanted to come - presumably to eat her biscuits and glare threateningly for us, but John had a chat with him and he was content enough to stay and go to the park instead. New things to climb on, promise of ice creams, and football and new places to explore always a good bet.
Carla, it seems, even persuaded Mycroft into playing footy, aided and abetted by the dogs, no doubt.
So John and I headed off, and it was...fine. Slightly awkward, all of us making small talk and being civil. But definitely a step in the right direction. She asked about the boys, and how John's job was going, I sort of asked a bit about her new man, but to be honest, I'm not sure I want to know too much. Anyway, yeah, it was a good step forward.
It was nice to see Nicky, too. And I'm worried about just how passionate Danger gets after a few drinks when playing sports on the Wii... Stand back, folks! (he won the archery and the tennis. Maybe he really was once a pro tennis player... I won canoeing by dint of being the only one to go even vaguely in the direction I wanted to go...Nicky cleaned up on most of the rest, but she gets to practice all the time!)