Do any of you actually check up my titles? I often wonder... just occasionally I'm very pleased with them! But I entirely understand that you don't want to spend time trying to track them down.
Anyway, today after...ah, I can't tell you how many cups of coffee, or someone will probably call me an ambulance or something - I got called (well, sort of volunteered a bit) to a squat - a crack house. Someone had called in saying there was a body. Didn't leave their own name, annoyingly.
The whole place was just...well, every bodily function had a pretty good showing. Needles everywhere, drugs paraphenalia, parephenalia. Paraphernalia... that one. And a body, as promised.
So we spent hours digging through it, bagging, tagging, sampling...there will be more DNA register hits from one room than we normally get in ten murder cases, I'd guess.
It was a total mess, and a pretty depressing look at society. And I really don't enjoy digging about in that sort of gear - there's a very real fear of getting stuck with a sharp of some kind.
And all this after being woken up early by Sherlock tugging on my hand to tell me he missed Mycroft. Poor kid. Anyway, we got him sorted and by the time John was up and heading for the kettle he was already planning some form of bubble machine extravaganza. I can't keep up.
I think Sherlock's said he's doing something for the school show that involves singing. And maybe dancing... I think Mrs N is trying to get their class to do something all together. Good luck to her :)