Yesterday John bravely left me and Sherlock to our own devices while he went off to talk to one of the FMEs I work with, Manas. He's a great bloke, been doing the job almost as long as I've been on the force. Seen it all, from deaths of tiny babies to the carnage of the terrorist attacks in the tube. Peaceful, planned suicides to the messiest murder you can imagine. Allegations of police brutality, and people so terrified after they've been assaulted they don't want to be near another living person. A good bloke to talk to about what it is to be an FME.
I think John would be incredibly good at it. But I also know there are things that you deal with that are very hard. And some of those things are ones I won't find it particularly easy to talk to him about.
Anyway, that meant that Sherlock and I had to occupy ourselves. High on Sherlock's list for the evening were crisp sandwiches and inventing a new explosive security dye device.
High on mine were keeping the flat in one piece and proper nutrition.
We both sort of got what we wanted.
After making dinner (which, once home, John fell on like a bloke who hasn't been out for a pint and then been starving after for a while...) we decided to make playdough.
I would say it all went well until.... but actually, it never went that well. We went with the experimental side of creation... and then Sherlock got bored before it had cooked, and threw about eight hundred time the amount of red food colouring in than should have been in it... and then we decided to give up on real playdough and make some blood'n'guts. We did intestines first, then a pair of livers, and then it descended into less accurate 'innards'.
Somewhere in all this Sherlock picked Argon up, and she has a small red handprint encircling her body now...
It was a lot of fun, but towards bedtime Sherlock did keep running to the window and looking out for John. Which was really lovely, actually.
Overnight Spider had a slight leg-mishap. She's fixed now. Sherlock is still glaring at me, although I jointly blame John.
Today we went out for a run, after a hearty breakfast...quite a while after. Sherlock cycled with us.
Sherlock found a caterpillar...
He's loitering around John, occasionally sending me wounded looks.