Wish I hadn't been at work today. Not that it was bad, but it was the first day of the holidays for Mycroft and Sherlock, and it would've been great to spend it with them.
Still, we had lunch together and when I got home John had bought me a big bunch of flowers - assisted in his choice by Mycroft and Sherlock.
And tomorrow I'm off. And we're going to meet Rachel.
And I'm nervous. Or at least...maybe not nervous, but... it's a bit weird. Rach was only 5 when I left home. It's not like we really grew up as brother and sister. So it's odd, thinking of her now, with a partner, and due to give birth in a month!
I hope we don't overwhelm her... I haven't seen her in ages. I'm hoping Nicky has prepared her for the boys. Well, Sherlock, really. He's already asked a few questions about pregnancy... she might be in for a grilling. And he's asked which half of me and her is related...