John's been called out. Which is good, that he's doing his job. Sad that someone needs him.
Sherlock has announced that he needs a t-shirt for school on Friday. Apparently they get to make their own. With pens, and glitter, and...god knows what. At least he didn't wait to tell us on Thursday night.
He's currently practicing his violin. Although certain long silences suggest he's also plaguing his brother or playing with the dogs. Or digging a tunnel to freedom. Or has donned a cape and mask and is following John around the city on the rooftops.
I should probably go and check.
He's drawing. Quietly. So probably designs for his cape/mask/outfit. Or time machine.
Anyway. Hot, isn't it? ;) Tarmac melting on the roads, fires, those two poor soldiers. Sort of unimaginable, that. And the poor officers over in Belfast right now. Lots of people around here not happy about that, mainland rozzers over in NI. Not because we don't want to help, but because it seems like the thin end of the wedge, having officers trained to use water cannon and baton rounds.
Bought myself some shorts - I think they're nice, although other people hold different opinions ;)
I've had this...well, lots of you agree, actually. Feeling sort of...vulnerable, asleep without any cover. That's how I feel. Just...I much prefer to be in a huge pile of fnug, feet out the bottom, head out the top, the fnug held tight as I can. So in this weather, even being wrapped in a sheet is pretty hot. Especially when I have a hot doc inches away from me.
My other current...thing... is John working nights. I mean, like I said to him, it's good, I'm glad he's doing something he seems to be enjoying. And I would never want him to stop for me. But I didn't exactly...realise? Think about? What it'd be like, waiting for him to come home. It's, apparently, not something I do well. I lie there, wide awake, listening to every tiny sound (there are lots, in the city, with the dogs in the house, too.) with my heart going a mile a minute and adrenaline everywhere. So, well, it's not like I can just not sleep. So going to try a few things out.
Right, guitar time now. Mycroft might even help me :)
I found this the other day. I was there, watching this. It was amazing. Brilliant. Fantastic day, hot, glorious, full of beers. And ended rather erotically with something involving Walnut Whips! ;)
I should warn you, Gary Glitter is in it. You know, if you'd rather not see him.