Sherlock went downstairs, dressed in smart trousers and a shirt, just before 3pm, and picked Mrs Hudson up for their afternoon tea date. He looked very smart and serious. He also managed to hail them a cab... I'm assuming the cabbie took pity on Mrs H, because if Sherlock can hail a cab within two seconds when I can't, then the world just isn't right...
So they headed off into the distance. (He had given her a small bunch of tulips, too, which we'd bought earlier.) He's been asking about things he should and shouldn't do, too. Mainly when he was sitting on my bike earlier, cleaning it. (It is very clean). He took great joy in proving he could reach the handlebars. I didn't like to point out he had to be plastered to the tank to do it... He's so desperate to grow.
Which means John and I have had a glorious afternoon alone. It wasn't raining, so we went for a bit of a walk first, having been stuck indoors so much recently. John rode the bike out, because he's not riding it enough (in my opinion), and he needs to keep practicing or he'll forget stuff/get nervous/be less and less likely to ride.
I saw this. I was wondering if I'm allowed to buy it for him, on the assumption that what's his is mine?
It's a Triumph America. And they still sell them brand new. I'm not really sure I can justify dropping another 8 grand on a bike just for me... and it would be crap in the city. But boy, it would be good on the open road.
We also saw this - Sherlock will wish he'd been with us:
It's a pillbox with the roof off. Usually we don't let him go in them because you really don't know what you might find - fairly unsavoury places these days. So he'll insist we go back to this one, undoubtedly.
After we got back to the flat we...revelled in our privacy ;) Not often everyone else is safely out of the way!
And now we're awaiting the return of Mr Smooth, to hear all about his date!
Nicky's also called, to check on our plans, and my Mum even rang to ask if we thought we'd have time to get over to hers. Which is a change of tune. So I said I'd call her back in the week once we've worked out what we're doing. Mycroft seems quite cheery whenever we talk abut it on the phone.
Now I have to go and stop John eating ANOTHER cup cake. He claims he needs the energy...