Sherlock's last day of freedom. Last day of rolling out of bed late (okay, that never happened), last day of leisurely breakfasts, last day of...well, obviously not last at all, really.
Still. I'm going in a bit late tomorrow, so John and I can both take him to school. Possibly on a bike...
Then I'm off to work, Sherlock's at school until gone 3... John will doubtless spend the day dancing around the flat with pants on his head and pencils up his nose, singing as loud as he can and doing backflips through the sitting room.
Or, you know, daring to enter Sherlock's room and see what the summer has left living in there.
Here's our flowers. We didn't have loads, just a couple of these at the front of the service, and they moved to the tables later.
On the tables was cow parsley and lavender, with the odd white rose. Dead simple, nothing too showy.
We swam today. It was lovely. Sherlock spent a lot of time leaping in, and nearly managed to life save John without strangling or drowning him. We spent quite a lot of time doing underwater somersaults, too. And me launching him up into the air to practice his diving.
Sad about Mycroft not being here, though. I love having Mycroft around. Sherlock is brilliant fun, with his mad questions and sudden urges to do/see things. But Mycroft is...you can have great conversations with him, and laugh until your sides hurt.
Sadly for Sherlock, nothing caught fire while we were on Cheapside.
Now I have to shave...unless John thinks I should grow a beard.