Danger, Murray, sorry for being an arsehole recently. To coin a phrase - it's not you, it's me.
We went and saw the allotment earlier. It seems...quite big? But not for the four of us. And it's not like it's been neglected - Reg has tried to keep on top of it, so we just need to dig it all over and then get planting! Sherlock was very happy to see that Reg has lots of strawberries, so we might be able to have a few plants which will give us a crop. We'll have to think about getting a shed, and either a greenhouse or some cold frames or something. And if we do want to grow soft fruits then an enclosure for that.
Murray was very kind earlier and ...allowed the boys to take him out and show him London. Although I'm not quite sure which bits they showed him. A wet bit, by the sounds of it... And apparently Sherlock picked his pocket and then held his wallet to ransom, until Murray agreed to some more Sherlock-friendly purchases. (This is because Murray dared to hide Sherlock's easter eggs earlier. I'm assuming John is doling out some form of punishment/education.) I might have done, but John had already nearly made me late for work.
Possibly not quite as wet as this - this is the Met's Marine Policing Unit demonstrating just how tidal the Thames is - seems like a lot of people don't realise (Which is good, when they think the bodies they dump won't be found, and turn up at low tide.)
|Striking a lovely pose.|
|Sadly no pose this time.|
Currently working on a series of sexual assaults. My least favourite things. Obviously they're not going to be anyone's favourite, are they? And got a possible kidnapping being looked into. Of a child. But then you don't go into this job for the fun, right?
So, Sherlock, want to explain yourself? And I hope you've apologised to Murray.
John, Murray, hope you're enjoying the evening. Mycroft, hope you're having a good evening too. You cooking, or is Murray?