After all the excitement of last night - and this evening - I nearly forgot to post.
Last night we got to the hotel late. The address was 'Pity Me'...it wasn't wrong.
Sherlock was unimpressed by the place. No fun things at all.
He'd been really good - mainly - on the journey up, even though it was a long time to sit on a train for. He was asleep when we got to the hotel, but woke up enough to get his pyjamas on, protest about brushing his teeth, and get into bed.
I'm not sure exactly what time it was - not that long after I'd gone to bed, so probably around 2 ish - he climbed into bed with me instead, because his bed 'smelt funny'.
At that point I really didn't care what happened as long as we were both asleep.
In the morning he explored the hotel more, declared it 'boring', and started making the entire world toast for breakfast. Was stopped at the point he'd toasted several items which shouldn't be toasted, and was about to toast our electronic room key. He was grumpy about that. He was also grumpy because he really hadn't had enough sleep.
Still, I had to get to the prison, and the very kind security man who'd come with us looked after Sherlock for a while.
The prison was...well, prison-like. The interview was fairly predictable. He didn't particularly want to talk to me - but nor did he want to go back to his cell, so it was a long and tedious battle of wills. I've no idea if he'll be charged with these new offences, given he's already inside for a long stretch. I hope so, but it's not my choice.
Finally got out and went to find Sherlock and the security (it sounds rude, sorry, but we're not supposed to give out their names.) They had bought flowers, and had coffee, and were mooching around town.
Sherlock and I began the long journey home, leaving security guy to go and see his Mum (hence his wish to come on the trip - free train journey up there). Not very far into the journey Sherlock discovered it was snowing heavily in London and had a total meltdown. Eventually he hid under my suit jacket, all curled up on the seat, and mutinously ate mini creme eggs. (It's possible.) And hated...well, everything. I think he was just tired and cranky, and a bit bored, really.
It was lovely to have him along for the trip though, and I'm glad he wanted to come.
Once we got home (via the Yard) we were greeted with Murray, who is going to stay with us for ... some amount of time. Keeping John out of - or getting him into - trouble. Sherlock is very taken with Murray, because he's full of stories about John, and swears a lot. And now apologises for swearing after he does it, so even when Sherlock hadn't noticed, he then does...
Have a hamster eating a cream cracker whole: