Sometimes I look at 'next blog' on my blog, just to see. That time it was a Jane Austen Fan Group.
I wonder why we were put next to them...Must be Greg The Florist - it is, after all, now an epic romance set in a country house...well, castle, but still.
Today was nice. Work first, then home to John and the boys. Sherlock immediately announced we were going to the park and dragged me to change and get ready.
We headed out with the dogs, and, slightly oddly, Mrs Hudson, too.
But when we got to the park it all became clear, as waiting for us on the swings were Jo, Lisa, a large camera and a boxfull of cupcakes.
So we ate, played, and were photographed. When it rained we hid in the big playhouse thingy that's part of the climbing frames, and Lisa caught on camera the moment Sherlock managed to fit a cupcake whole into his mouth.
Mrs Hudson also made some truly outrageous suggestions regarding her disappointment in 'Fifty Shades of Grey', as it wasn't, as she had thought, the same sort of book as Danger's Silver Fox 'erotica' book.
John said his first attempt at baking didn't go too well. Sherlock said the bits he ate were nice. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't now sabotage a few more attempts to profit from the failures.
Mycroft and Sherlock bought me some very nice coffees to try. Mycroft's were single-origin beans, perfectly roasted and chosen carefully. Sherlock's was the sort of coffee that weasels eat and either regurgitate or poo out...not quite sure which. He's desperate to try it.
Sometimes soon we're going to go and decide which pictures from today we want as proper prints, and John says I have to pick a set for my desk - which will be lovely. And we might also get a couple for the flat.
It was a lovely afternoon.
Thank you for organising it, John. I love you.
(John also cooked dinner tonight, which was also lovely.)
(And I'm sorry for being grumpy recently. I don't know what's up with me, but I wish I'd snap out of it too.)