Yesterday was fabulous. Mycroft and Sherlock both looked very smart and behaved impeccably.
Sherlock managed to twist a lot of adults around his finger and get them sorting out confetti for him, like a chain gang. Mycroft talked politely to a lot of people, and danced with the little bridesmaids (and a few others!) and I'm sure most people thought he was rather old than 14 - he certainly looked very grown up in his suit.
I played okay. Few bits wrong, but I don't expect anyone noticed. John and I danced, which was lovely, and it was...yeah, nice to feel like we could just be ourselves. There was a good mix of couples, both same sex and not, as well as plenty of people there with friends and family. I did feel sorry for the boys - Mycroft especially, for having to field quite so many questions about if John and I were his Dads. And all the usual ones about school that grown up seem to feel obliged to ask :) but he handled it admirably!
Jo and Lisa are off on their honeymoon tomorrow, but they sent a little thank you note today, for playing for them, and included this picture. They said I could share it with you all, and to thank you for your good wishes.
That's as they said their vows. It was fantastic. The registrar was lovely. Jo (left) wore a dress made of antique lace, and Lisa (right - obviously!) was in a more modern looking satin-y dress. They both looked gorgeous, and very happy, and everything was completely perfect. Jo did look rather nervous as they walked in, which I can completely understand.
I hope, in these changing times, that they can enjoy their honeymoon, and their partnership, for many years to come. And more publicly than the past allowed. So much has changed recently - even since I was married. We really kept everything quite secret. As you might have gathered, by the fact no one at the Yard knew I was married to another man.
Anyway, today we had to drop Mycroft back at school. You can tell he's enjoying life a bit more now he has his own room. I know he's still friends with his old roommate, which is nice. But I can imagine it's far more relaxing to have somewhere that's just your own space at the end of the day. His room, as you can imagine, is full of books. He's got a few pictures up too, though.