I feel like I just can't shake off feeling tired this week. Which doesn't make Greg a very fun boy. And moody, actually. Grumpy, tired and very short of patience.
Sherlock's butterflies have started hatching - we were getting a bit worried about them, but now they're emerging, all crumpled, and drying themselves off before fluttering around the tank thing we have them in. Tomorrow I think he'll need to be persuaded to let the first batch go.
He also needed a lot of persuading to go to bed. I think he's persuaded John they should all go swimming tomorrow. I'm fairly sure he'll develop gills any day now.
We've had some good results on the policing front this week, which makes me happy. As well as far more obsession in the office with royalty than usual. Mainly because money was changing hands... Although now there is a large photograph of Hugh Laurie in full regalia on the noticeboard... sorry Ma'am...I did remind them you're the boss ;)
Ummm...what else, what else... My mind is incredibly blank.
Oh, have a picture/quiz.
Someone is growing these on the allotment. I had to ask what they were. Any of you know? Winner gets... dunno, a feeling of vast superiority?
Anyway, we might try to grow some next year.
That sounds wrong...grow some of that particular plant.
An now...I'm sure there was something else I was going to talk about. I don't know.
Got a whopping four days off next week. Told the boys to suggest what we should do with our time... Sherlock wants to go to the Large Hardon Colluder. Or whatever it's called. I thought it was shut down now for a bit? Not that we'd be going there if it wasn't! I think he may be pacified by a trip to the seaside. He wants to eat eel.
Oh, and he's pretty much decided on his wedding 'outfit' - he wants a shirt to match the lining of my jacket (purple), black trousers and maybe a black waistcoat. He'll look incredibly smart.