Sherlock has changed my blog. He was bored of the old one, and this is a nice picture. I was also sort of missing my grey and blue colourscheme.
It was taken in Ireland, for his birthday weekend. Down into the sea in a little gap in the cliff.
There seems to be nothing but bad news around at the moment. It's all a bit depressing, isn't it?
Although I did have a bright spot to my day today. Was buying a coffee (yeah, there's a surprise, right?) when I was staring out of the shop window, waiting for the nectar of the Gods to be brewed and ready...and noticed a very familiar face outside. Someone I thought was...inside. Just chatting to someone on the other side of the street. So I called up control and enquired, thinking that if he'd gone away then it was a bloody short stretch and I'd want to look into why the judge had been so lenient.
But no, this bloke was wanted for failing to appear at court - he'd been bailed, which I don't think was right anyway, and then hadn't turned up to his court date.
So I had to put my coffee break on hold, get the sergeant I was with to keep tabs on this bloke while I got out the back of the shop and ran around to come at him one way along the street while my sergeant covered the other side.
He ran when he saw me, but we did a very nice neat take-down, leaving only a rather greasy smudge on the shop window we had him against while we were cuffing him. And then the coffee shop tried to give us our coffee for free! (which we obviously can't accept, not in these days!)
Sherlock, meanwhile, seem sort of excited to have Mrs N coming to visit. I had supervise a degu-bath earlier, because "It's your fault Argon is still pink!"...don't quite see how that's the case, but anyway, don't mind being bath-time-supervisor. They're less trouble than Sherlock is ;)
And now I have two glorious days off! A lovely lie-in tomorrow morning (in my dreams), and a relaxing day with John, before we're off to the zoo. Hopefully not have poo flung at us.