Sherlock has just told me that the RHS has a plant that's about to flower that's 8 feet tall, eats sheep and has enough nectar for a human to drink. Obviously he wants one.
He's telling me this, and talking at about a million miles an hour, because Mrs Hudson came up a short while ago with a small package the postman delivered while John was out taking Sherlock to school...
Don't ask me which ones those are, because they all look the same.
As you've been reading, John and I are finally getting organised :)
Some of it's...some of it's odd, for me, because you know, inevitably there are echoes of the last time. But I'm just so, so happy, that...well, it's John, it's really happening.
We're not planning anything elaborate. Just us, close friends and family, flowers, the place has provision for food and alcohol...still got to decide what we're wearing, how we're arriving, who's doing what, exactly, all that. But, you know, in the grand scheme of it, nothing matters.
If it's as hot as today I'll really want my shorts and flip flops. I didn't leave my office all day, and was basically a puddle of sweat. It's not actually hot, just humid and almost constantly grey and looking like it will rain - although it did clear up to blue haze this afternoon.
I just can't wait to go and give our notice to marry to the authorities now. We're both scrabbling about to find all our paperwork. :)
Carla said she might want to carry flowers, but she's not sure. I have a feeling she's waiting to see what Mycroft does ;)
Mycroft had his Latin exam today. He said it was okay, in a typical casual teenager way. And he has his last one on Friday - then he's free! Well, free of exams, until next year. Just the long wait for results now... at least, it seems long!