Mycroft got three A* grades. He won't tell you because he says it feels like showing off. But I will, because I'm happy to show him off. He worked so hard, and we're very proud.
We went out for celebratory tea after we'd picked up the results.
Before we got them John was practically climbing the walls, he was far, far more nervous - outwardly -than Mycroft. Especially once Mycroft had the envelopes and was walking back towards us. I'm amazed my hand still works, the way he was crushing it.
I did feel sorry for some of the older boys, who were looking very downcast, with slightly irate, or - possibly worse - very 'sorry' parents.
Mycroft's headmaster shook his hand, and his head of year clapped him on the back and was very pleased for him. Of course, now there's talk of AS levels and A levels, as well as next year's GCSEs! Poor kid.
It's also made Sherlock vow HE will get A* too, which is good - always nice to have goals!
I'm glad to say Murray is still suffering after ambushing me. I think, probably, that I passed the test of...whatever he was testing me. He hasn't yet had Mrs Holmes evict me, anyway. So probably done something right.
I missed John and the boys so much - don't really enjoy being alone. Don't sleep particularly well. Still, it was only for a few days. And the seminar went well - got a bit of feedback already, people saying it was useful. All I can hope for, really. Might help an investigation sometime, get some criminal caught.
Now I give you this to ponder:
There's...something I very much want to say, to end this post. But I can't. So...well, this is here because I know this is where I would say it, if I could. May come back to edit...
Edit - so, I can say it now. This was my last post as an unmarried man :)