Sherlock was up early this morning, thundering around the mill. He came and leapt on us, gave John a birthday hug, and I took him downstairs to feed him and issue his clues for the Easter Egg hunt.
He impatiently waited for Mycroft and Anthea, I gave them their clues too ;) and they all headed out into the cold to hunt for chocolate eggs. I'd tried to be clever...given clues to dates, via important moments in history, which they then had to find on gravestones. Or similarly, clues to names. And then managed a few that were about plants and trees and things... Basically, I needed everyone to be entertained for a bit. Whilst I....entertained John, for a bit.
So I headed back upstairs....
Some time later they returned, laden with eggs, and we all met back in the kitchen for a birthday breakfast.
Here's John's 'Guest Paragraph' because he didn't want to break the rhythm of our posting...
"So I think I mentioned that when I was asked what I wanted for my birthday and I said socks, I got looks... (I now understand my father slightly better. I always thought he was ridiculously boring when he asked for socks, but they really are useful.) I came down this morning to find three grinning boys and a table set beautifully for breakfast...and littered with socks. All of them were the wrong way out, just to drive me mad. :) In addition to the socks, L had conspired to get me - and I would never have guessed this in a thousand years - an allotment! Or half of one, to share with, I believe, a friend of Mrs Hudson's, which is good, because a) it's huge and b) I don't really know how to garden. I mean, I worked in my mum's a bit when I was growing up; I'm probably a better gardener than, for example, a cook, but I'm sure I'll need advice. It's a completely unexpected gift, but really sort of perfect - and Sherlock and Mycroft have promised to help, so it'll keep all three of us out of trouble for the summer. And L can cook whatever we end up growing! "
And here is Sherlock's drawing he gave John. It depicts him, helping John on the allotment. Sherlock is keen to point out that he's wearing his leather jacket.
And I'm keen to point out that John is only the size of a carrot, apparently. Or he's growing some truly massive mutant carrots. (I go for the former)
Sherlock moaned that he didn't have a grey pencil for John's grey hair :) And he got bored doing the sky.
Anyway, the allotment was a bit of a gamble, really...and I'm glad John likes the idea. Sherlock is very keen to help. I'd picked out some seed packets, and so had Mrs Hudson, so we'd wrapped up some of those too. Hopefully it'll give us all something educational to work on, and have fun doing together.
Edit: And no, I have no idea why that's gone white and...it doesn't matter, does it.