Woke up horribly early this morning. Stumbled about. Stubbed toe. Decided not to wake John, given swearing and hopping hadn't. Decided it probably wasn't serious. Burnt self on kettle. Swore more. Left house.
Got to work, changed into uniform, did swift briefing (had already been sent major briefing day before) headed out.
Crept around in hedges, waited for signal, smashed in door. Swept house, arrested those inside, began search.
Was volunteered to go into basement, pretended to be brave, found lots of interesting things (not just in basement).
Knocked off, picked up battery-powered kids' motorbike, drove to flat.
Was 'assisted out of uniform' by John, very swiftly. ...shenanigans ensued.
Apologised on John's behalf to Mrs Hudson. Endured outrageous innuendo. Was persuaded to drop John at Sherlock's school, as he had made himself very late.
Managed to persuade Sherlock not to set off sirens. Allowed him to turn lights on and off.
Went back to the yard.
Dropped off BMW, changed into bike gear.
Got back to flat, endured sulking from Sherlock re bike riding.
Made dinner, ate dinner, ate lovely cheesecake, started trying to draw a moose on large pieces of cardboard.
Got laughed at by John. Sulked. Refused to draw any more moose.
Still waiting for him to apologise.
How was your day?
(he hasn't kissed my toe better yet, either. Although he did manage to kiss quite a lot of the rest of me, earlier, whilst scandalising elderly neighbours.)