Last night was just amazing. We took off in the sunshine, and landed just before it got dark, but after the lights of London had all started twinkling below us. Sherlock loved it, Mycroft did too, even if he could have done with gagging Sherlock.
It just felt heavenly, floating along, leaning back on the basket, John in my arms... yeah, amazing.
Here's some pictures:
You can have a prize if you can name the landmarks... (well, the prize of a feeling of superiority, anyway.)
And now the boys are both off on their own adventures - Sherlock with his mum and Mycroft with his mates. It's very odd without them. I do miss them, already, but it is brilliant having some time alone with John.
Today we got out on the bikes - I can't pretend I don't miss having him on the back of mine, but it's also nice to see him getting more confident on his bike, and getting the chance to ride out. We just ended up out in the sticks, a place I know where the river's pretty safe to swim. We didn't really, just messed about in the water, lazed in the sun, before finally getting our leathers back on and getting back here.
Still don't know what's wrong with me lately. Just feel down. Think I need to get out and have a good long run, or maybe get to the gym. Or maybe that's the Olympic fever talking. I don't know. Feel like I need to snap out of it though.