So...well, anyone who can tell me what's going on here is really quite welcome. Just have a guess - why not?? Frankly any offerings are going to be fairly entertaining.
I'll let you all know where your response came on the pink-ear-o-meter that John has, once I'm home tonight. If he doesn't kill me. Still, the reason I'm posting this now is because I won't see him for a few more hours, and this way I'll die laughing, at least!
Thank you, Harry, for my lovely Christmas picture of John. It's on my desk next to the other one...
He looks rather triumphant, doesn't he? Although I don't think it's the most flattering of cuts. Not that I'm any expert ;) Nice figure under that gauzy bit of...whatever, though.
Anyway, guess away, and be glad you're all out of pillow-throwing range.
Three days of freedom after today - culminating, on Sunday night, with us all taking Mycroft back to school on the bikes. Sherlock is desperate to show everyone how grown up he is by going on the bike.