Hello to everyone reading. This is Martha Hudson. You can call me Martha if you'd like. I'm here to practice on you, I'm afraid.
You'll have to patient with me, but the Inspector and Doctor Watson have asked if I would help on the wedding day by telling you what was happening! Very exciting, I must say. They said I should 'do it in comments - a comment-ary, you could call it.
I'm afraid I'm not as fast with my fingers as those boys though, so you'll all have to forgive me if I'm not keeping up very well when it's all happening.
Now Greg says that this will be good practice and that I should get to know you all. He's promised that none of you are axe murderers or anything terrible - as if! So here we are. How are you all dears?
Those boys all off camping so the house is terribly quiet. But I do have the degus to look after. I think I'm getting better with them, but they're so quick to scamper about, and those twitchy whiskers are a bit ratty for me!
Still, it can be quite nice not to have all the thumping and bumping coming from upstairs.
He said I should talk about my day or the like. Well, today I've been trying to choose a hat. I do like those fascinators, you know, with feathers! but I'm not sure they're for me. I think such an important day demands something more traditional, so something with a nice brim, and maybe a little bit of fancy on top.
It's so lovely, to see two young men making such a commitment - honestly, I love them both like sons. Although obviously if they were both my sons we wouldn't be having a wedding! So lucky they aren't. They're both terribly good for those two boys though, as I'm sure you all know. Little Sherlock was too much of a handful for me, if I'm truthful. So much energy. And Mycroft was always buried in his books at the manor, and fearfully serious. It's nice to see them both growing up with the Doctor and Detective Inspector, getting their confidence and growing into fine young men.
I hope we can have a nice chat now. Such a shame we can't share some tea and biscuits too. I made some lovely shortbread today, with chocolate chips - I shouldn't, I know, but you've got to enjoy life, haven't you? At my age a few chocolate chips is hardly going to make the difference now, is it?
Now dears, Greg wrote this next bit himself, so you mustn't think it's me saying such wicked things about Doctors. I never would - very hard working, they are.
Hey everyone - and hello Mrs H. We thought, as we're away and maybe still fighting a soggy tent in a gale, that Mrs H could do a quick blog!
She's agreed to help keep you guys in the loop on the big day, so we thought she needed some practice ;)
Mycroft found this the other day - absolutely perfect, I think you'll agree?? You should try deciphering our shopping list if you don't. Bletchley Park would struggle, I reckon.