Yesterday was a lovely day. John didn't get called in until the afternoon, so Mycroft accompanied us to see about suits in the morning. We've chosen! They measured us, so those are being adjusted now. We need to go back for a second fitting in a week or so.
Sherlock needs to come in too, if he wants a suit. He's a bit unsure.
Then in the afternoon Mycroft and I went to the park with the dogs and our guitars and we jammed :) He's a very good player. Very precise, meticulous. I'm not. He called me a 'fingering slob'. But we had a lot of fun. Then we headed off to fetch Sherlock from school, and all came home to cook John a nice dinner.
Today was sports day! John was on-call for medical emergencies, and also got roped into to 'running'...well...briskly walking....a race where you had to balance more and more hats on your head. It's the adult equivalent to the kids one where they have to stop and put on more and more clothing.
I completely failed in the sack race, got caught up in a pile-up! Involved far too much laughing and not enough racing for coach Sherlock, who said I 'didn't even TRY'.
Anyway, he'd also told me that I had apparently agreed to bake 'millions' of cakes for the school fete tomorrow.
So I've made a gluten-free orange and honey cake, chocolate-lavendar cake, and cupcakes - lemon, tiramisu, and banana with peanut butter. And some flapjack. And a chocolate fridge tray cake.
The slugs have been at the chard a bit in the allotment. Sherlock says we should get a hedgehog...
But other things are doing well. Beets, onions etc.
John took these pics:
And....as mentioned in the comments on John's blog...vomit and, er, intimate encounters.
Once upon a time, there was a boy I was...keen on. And finally, one night after clubbing, where I'd been doing my best to be noticed, he...invited me back to his.
All was going well. Very well. Until...I, er, tried to perhaps impress him a little too hard.
I can assure you that a lapful of puke meant nothing was very hard. And he wasn't impressed.
Anyway, between that and the cow story Sherlock reminded John of, I'm wondering if it isn't time for another one of those 'ask me anything' type posts. Not necessarily an upstanding column! Just...well, anything. Anon or not. I don't mind. Opinions, experiences, police work, whatever.