Had a bit of a shit day. It was all going fine until i got asked to go down to a crime scene - not my case, glad to say - and look at something. Sometimes I'd rather not have 'expertise'.
Anyway, it was just a smell. Brought back some really strong memories. Ones I'd really rather not remember. I mean, I carried on and did everything but...just, I don't know. Left me feeling really off. Coffee with John made me feel better. Sometimes just need reminding about here and now.
In happier news, when I was in with SOCO earlier they'd finished with a little item I'd asked to have, providing it wasn't needed for the case...
I thought Sherlock would like it. I know what animal it belongs to, but he hasn't figured it out yet.
My not-a-cactus, Mr Cactus, who grew that huge long flower last year, has sprouted two flower stems about a foot long while we were away in Italy! It clearly likes this flat.
Read an interesting article about Mussolini's fascist regime sending gay Italian men to prison on an island today. Apparently we gay guys were damaging the idea that Italian men are all complete stallions...as if.
We didn't get any trouble when we were there. It was actually better than I thought. Quite a few people talked about us - reasonably openly, so I could hear - quite a lot of them weren't exactly polite. I assume they didn't think either of us would understand, as we were speaking English. But...you know, it's easier to ignore, when you know the person you love can't hear it.
So here's a photo from the city. The bottom paragraph is the link.
My Nonna used to rave about Mussolini. She thought he was great.