Got called out to a stabbing last night. Meant to do a post, but I was way too busy. Loads of drunk people brawling, screaming, chaos. My least favourite things. We had to warn three different people that we'd do them for sexual assault if they kept touching us.
Anyway, finally got some sort of order and statements being taken - all horribly unreliable.
Was feeling bad about the whole Winbledon thing with John too. Although its pouring with rain right now, which is helping! Two balls in the cricket yesterday... British summer, yeah!
Sherlock has a new book. Which he hasn't taken to school because I don't think it's suitable.
We cleaned Mtcrofts room a bit yesterday. Found a half eaten jam sandwich in there. Sherlock says it was left by a burglar. I said I'd get it DNA tested, and we'd all need to be swabbed for that, so they could exclude us. He went quiet. Then said he didn't think we should bother as they didn't steal anything important, because it was Mycroft's boring room...
Looking forward to having Mycroft back with us - and for so long!