Spent today stuffed in a dark evidence store, breathing the dust of a thousand ruined lives.
Started coughing when we got in there...haven't stopped yet. Feels like I'm smoking again - that permanent slight-lack-of-breath. Like, just on the verge of panting. In Sherlock's words, 'it's stupid'.
Anyway, slowly building this case back up from the mess it was left in. Hope we can get enough together to make it stick. I think we will, but it's all more time and stress the family of the victim don't need.
Heard this today - I think it's brilliant.
Made me laugh probably far too much.
Sherlock had to wear fancy dress to school today - a fact he only chose to tell John at the last possible moment. But he seems like he had fun, in the end.
Tomorrow is Mycroft's parents' evening - which is slightly terrifying :) Then Sunday is Mother's Day here - I think the boys are doing something with Mrs Holmes. Guess we'll find out when we see her tomorrow.
I'm toying with the idea of going to see Mum. But might just enjoy a day with John.