Um, so, it's actually true. My boyfriend (you know the one? Ex-Army, tough as old boots, has an encyclopaedic range of frowns, has been known to shoot things.) now owns a hoodie...with a unicorn on it.
Yes, that is a hoodie with a unicorn on it.
(And yes, I agree with Mycroft, that it is better than his Christmas jumper)
Sherlock chose it. He says it's because I mentioned getting a tattoo with John riding a farting unicorn on my back...err...which he's sort of right about. You know, in jest.
Anyway, they also bought most of a camping emporium. Including a lovely snuggly sleeping bag liner, a bigger, better camping stove, with a grill, and some bottles we can use as hot water bottles for our sleeping bags. Or just, y'know, water bottles, in the daytime.
Sherlock and I just made these:
He's already eaten two that 'didn't go together right'. Hmmm. And John's eaten at least one.
Well, Sherlock made most of them, I made John dance around the kitchen and tried to help him get floury handprints off his bum. No idea how they got there. At all.
And no matter how many stupid people say idiotic things about how 'same sex couples with kids are 'eroding family values', let me tell you, I've never felt more a part of family in my life than being here, now, with John, Mycroft and Sherlock. I've never felt more myself than when I'm here, with them, either.