Awake. Just about. Coffee. Sherlock telling me about fireworks so fast it's all just one long word. John making me toast.
Nicky sent me this, to make up for me not going to see a beacon being lit. It's the one they went to.
Sherlock wants to play music on top of Buck house. I actually believe he might one day, too :)
Last night was fine, I mean, not great, too many people, terrible crime scene, in terms of evidence being messed up, too many people. Someone had been stabbed, lots of people walking past until they realised he wasn't just a drunk, he was in trouble. So not good from our point of view.
He's alive right now...but it's not looking good. too much blood loss. So it's going to be a difficult one. Don't want to think about it right now.
Mycroft said he really enjoyed last night. I get the impression they were somewhere with a very good view, and he thoroughly enjoyed the whole show. He told me off earlier for calling her Lizzy. Or Her Maj. Sorry, Ma'am. Boss.
Just caught Sherlock with another ninja bread man. I swear that boy has hollow legs. Or worms. Or a tardis for a stomach. He says it's my fault for making them so nice. Flattery, gets you everywhere.
Going to try and flatter John into making me more coffee...