This is one plate of breakfast from this morning.
One plate. Two massive bits of french toast sitting on said plate.
Guess who ate BOTH those bits of French Toast?
I'll give you a clue. He was six. (And only has two legs... I've no idea if either of the dogs are six. It's possible.)
Those bits of toast where bigger than his face! Serves me right for being such a soft touch and making it, I imagine. Everyone else was only slightly more restrained...
It rained. Again. Although right now it isn't! Amazing.
We had to get a bit of shopping in. Sherlock and the dogs caused some sort of puddle-related chaos, which Mycroft was either victim of or involved in...
Yesterday evening I spent the time following a suspect. There are a number of suspects on my current case, and we get to follow them. More often, for MIT, we watch properties, because we know who we're after, and we want to catch them.
This is rather different, following people to see who they meet, what they're doing, where they're going. Means a lot of thinking on the fly. Sometimes we're on our own, only a radio for contact. It gets the adrenalin going, that's for sure.
Probably be more of the same tonight...
PS. Danger, found this article. Does the bit near the bottom explain why you make me feel so happy? ;)
PPS. Sherlock, here's a picture of a SOCO examining an ESLA lift for you, using a Crimelite 80L footwear torch. Don't say I don't give you anything!