6 April 2013

It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it

Back at work.

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.
Anyway...files, stuff, work.... it's been a lovely day today, weather-wise. I'm hoping tonight will stay dry, because we've got a few places to visit later.

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?

64 comments:

pandabob said...

I never realised the river changed that much with the tide!!

The allotment sounds really good, hopefully you'll get useful food this year even though you're starting late ;-)

sorry work's throwing the cases you really don't need at you, as always we're all grateful you do the job not that that helps much I know!

Good luck with it all :-)

John H. D. Watson said...

You haven't been an arsehole, love. I'm sorry about the cases.

And yeah, I've spoken to Sherlock. No cake for him for a while. Although since Murray got his wallet back and then refused to purchase the cake he'd said he would, the lesson Sherlock seems to have take from this is 'get the payment before you return the hostage'...

Greg Lestrade said...

Bit hard, when you've taken the method of payment as the hostage, I guess...


Unless it's your bank card. In which case he knows the PIN, so he's fine ;)

John H. D. Watson said...

He does. No matter how many times I change it...

Greg Lestrade said...

It might be useful, one day...

Is he teaching Murray how to pick locks?

John H. D. Watson said...

He is. It's not going terribly well.

Greg Lestrade said...

Well, I can teach Murray cars and padlocks, as long as he promises only to use his skills for good, not evil...

But I'm afraid we use the Big Key for doors, so...not any good at those.

murray said...

Happy to learn any useful skills you can teach me! And if you were being an arsehole I didn't notice, so no worries.

Greg Lestrade said...

Hmm...useful rather depends on your life.

Cars is good for helping damsels...or dudes...in distress.

Did the boy wonder go to bed without further ransom demands? Did you pick any locks successfully?

murray said...

I picked one...semi-successfully. And yeah he did, eventually, but Johnny was up there with him for about half an hour. Good point about the cars. Has that ever been useful for you?

Greg Lestrade said...

He's probably still grumpy about being told off.

Although he didn't call me to complain about some miscarriage of justice going on, as he sometimes does...

Cars...yeah, it could have been, when I was in uniform. Except all the people who hit on me were female. I doubt most blokes are a. sensible enough to ask for help when they've locked themselves out of their car and b. too scared to hit on a copper, even if they did happen to be gay.

Murray said...

Fair point, yeah. I once broke my own car window rather than call someone to get my keys out of it.

Rider said...

I once borrowed my housemate's motorcycle then promptly lost the keys... So had to hotwire it to get home.

So there I was, sitting at the lights on a motorcycle with the ignition half off and this big wire hanging out... And a police car pulls up next to me!

I try my best to not look guilty and it must have worked as the bod in the passenger seat glanced over and then ignored me.

(on the other hand, this may be why the recovery rate of stolen motorcycles is so low!)

Greg Lestrade said...

I've helped a few blokes out, popping the locks on their cars - but they never called us, we always spotted them, either trying to break in (very badly) or standing by their motor looking puzzled and awkward.

There is no rhyme or reason to what people will and won't call the police for.

John H. D. Watson said...

Possibly it depends on the policeman in question. I definitely would've asked you.

Greg Lestrade said...

Really? I'll have to ask for a second opinion - Murray, would he have?

I think I'm sleep deprived. What are the symptoms?

Murray said...

I think they involve wanting to pass out at your desk and snore like a mother...trucker.

Ehh, he might've. Might've also started swearing at his car in hopes you'd help without being asked.

Greg Lestrade said...

Mmm. Yeah.

Probably done something to try and make me arrest him - like he did do when we met ;)

Found this, for you furriners reading - handy guide to pronouncing London place names.

http://d4k7s9ho8qact.cloudfront.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/londonpronounce.jpg?9d7bd4

murray said...

Wouldn't put it past him.

He got one guy by making him help unload medical supplies. One minute it's 'don't just stand there, soldier, make yourself useful', and a couple of hours later...

Greg Lestrade said...

Well, I can't blame anyone for falling for him.

Murray said...

Sorry. Probably not the most tactful stories to tell the bloke he's going to marry eh? No offense meant. I just like watching him squirm and turn colours.

Greg Lestrade said...

No worries. He's met a couple of my exes. And only threatened to beat one of them to death.

Greg Lestrade said...

Right, Danger, I'm off out to hang around dark alleys and try to find a sex attacker.

I'll see you in the morning.

John H. D. Watson said...

Okay. Good luck. I love you.

Greg Lestrade said...

Love you too.

pandabob said...

Did you have a successful night Greg? Sounds like an interesting way to spend the night!

Good luck getting just the right amount of sleep today :-)

Have a fun day all of you.

Greg Lestrade said...

Successful-ish.

Thanks. Got something in my eye - it's driving me up the wall! I keep waking up.

Sherlock said...

Lestrade made me a hammock! and toast.

Greg Lestrade said...

Lestrade's soft in the head.

pandabob said...

Nope lestrade's lovely isn't he Sherlock :-)

I'm glad work was successful ish Greg, have you sorted your eye?

Greg Lestrade said...

I will be making him a hammock again - he's been in it, reading quietly, for nearly an hour. (once he'd gathered all supplies a hammock-dweller needs for the day. Food, drink, books, etc.) And all we've lost is the kitchen table.

(Hammock created by tying a fnug cover over the top of the table, creating the hammock under the table. I don't think even Sherlock could tip it over.)

I'm hoping my eye will sort itself? Wishful thinking, maybe...but nothing I've tried has worked.

REReader said...

Small private spaces are the best!

Do you have any eye drops in the flat? If not, you can usually make an eye tear enough to wash out foreign matter by carefully pulling the upper eyelid out over the lower. (Or asking a doctor to take a look. :))

Greg Lestrade said...

Tried a bit of homemade eyewash. Tried making the eye water. I think it's something fairly tiny and invisible. It'll come out in the end,I'm sure.

pandabob said...

Ooo I might try that especially if it can keep Sherlock quiet because it might just work on mine as well :-)

Everything sorts itself one way or the other in the end so it sounds like a decent plan for your eye ;-)

Anonymous said...

Sherlock would be willing to lick your eyeball in the spirit of scientific inquiry, I bet. Maybe not the most hygienic method but I've heard it often works!

Greg Lestrade said...

Here's a picture, AnonyBob - explains it far better than I ever could!

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xjHhYo23_uM/UMI3ba-_aJI/AAAAAAAADzg/A_ry7YIemHc/s1600/photo+(9).JPG

Greg Lestrade said...

Anon - I'm sure he would! And yeah, it can work. But this annoying speck of nothing is right up under my lid. Probably out of reach. And he's currently eating an orange...probably wouldn't be comfy!

pandabob said...

Thanks for that Greg :-)

Small Hobbit said...

Now all I need to do is find a large table and I can happily disappear in a hammock. :)

Anonymous said...

Ooh, lovely links today. I think I've almost figured out what a fnug is now. :D

I once confused a very nice policeman in London by asking for Lie-Chester Square. He figured it out after a moment, because I asked for Madame Two-sods, too. (It was a long time ago. I only blush a little at the memory.)

I knew about the tidalness (is that a word?) of the Thames because of a description of the need for Bazalgatte's sewers. It said it took ...er... anything that floated two weeks to reach the sea from Central London because it kept coming back upstream with the tide.

As for things in eyes, good luck. When I first came in, looking at only the last comment, I thought for a minute that it was the speck in your eye eating the orange. Very uncomfortable indeed!

Has Murray fled yet?

rsf

REReader said...

I hope your eye intruder is washed out soon, L, it drives me nuts when it happens to me. (Worst is when it's allergies and only feels like there's something in there, but there isn't.)

rsf--I took French in high school and thus can't make myself say it as anything other than "two-so"!

Kestrel337 said...

Thanks for the link. I recently semi-seriously decided that if I am ever lucky enough to get to London I just won't say anything. Between not pronouncing things right and not wanting to put myself forward anyway...yeah. silence is golden.

Greg Lestrade said...

Honestly, no one really cares if you say things wrong. We can usually figure out what you mean. And some people say things wrong on purpose - especially to take the piss out of the type of people who go to/live in those places. Shows your way cooler than them, or something...

murray said...

Has Murray fled yet?

Haven't fled, but I am going shortly.

Greg Lestrade said...

Really? You are welcome to stay.

murray said...

Guests shouldn't stick around too long, especially not uninvited guests. What's that thing - guests and fish both start to stink after three days? Anyway, I should go and see my mum. You lot have been great though, thanks.

Anonymous said...

I hope you keep commenting on the blogs, Murray. You're fun.

Greg Lestrade said...

Well, you're welcome to return then. Open invite. If you come and stay when Mycroft's at school, you'll even get a bed.

murray said...

Thank you internet stranger. I'll take any opportunity to bother Watson so I expect I'll be around.

Greg - thanks, mate, that's good of you. A bed is tempting. I may be getting too old for this sofa sleeping business.

Greg Lestrade said...

Think it's the house rules though, mate. John made me sleep on the sofa at first too. I think you have to pass some sort of test to be trusted with a bed ;)

murray said...

haha, wouldn't surprise me, the places he's found me sleeping - probably thinks I can't be trusted with a bed!

Greg Lestrade said...

And on the subject of Mums...I should go and see mine too. Tomorrow.

Mycroft said...

Are we coming along?

Greg Lestrade said...

You are most welcome if you'd like to. I'm sure you're even more welcome if you call Carla up ;) She's been hoping to see you.

Mycroft said...

That was, indeed, my plan.

Greg Lestrade said...

I'm afraid she might be back at school tomorrow, but if we go late in the morning, we could see her after school?

Mycroft said...

That would be nice; thank you. Can we bake something to take to them?

Greg Lestrade said...

Course we can. I'll take something to Mum too.

REReader said...

Has Sherlock gotten tired of his hammock yet? :)

Greg Lestrade said...

He sadly lost it for lunch, because we needed the table.

REReader said...

Aw.

However, that does mean it hasn't lost its charm yet!

Anonymous said...

I expect you need a table for baking too, but I'm sure Sherlock won't mind that.

Mycroft, have you been reading about International Dark Sky Week? We've been talking about it at the library, and I was showing the kids some of the photomontages of what the cities would look like if the skies were dark by Theirry Cohen. Sadly, he doesn't have a picture of London.

rsf

Greg Lestrade said...

Yeah, making cherry and almond cupcakes for Carla and the gang, and banana ones for my mum.

Sherlock was so well behaved he can have the hammock back anytime he wants to. And we don't need the table.

runyoucleverboyandremember said...

I sadly am nearly six feet tall and don't fit in table hammocks. :(
When I go to London I just let my dad guide me around because he actually knows the difference between England English and American English since he goes to England a lot for work.
It's a game for some of the people in my class to have the British accent text-to-speech program on macs pronounce really odd words, either nonsense or long ones.

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