We're making jam. John is salivating. It's a glorious colour, I just hope it tastes good!
We went out picking fruit yesterday morning, so have loads for all sorts of cooking.
He can drool over this picture now, not into the pan...
The weekend was lovely. Even stupid little things made it amazing - like turning up at the carriage, and being greeted by the owners... I introduced myself and the lady said "And you must be Greg's husband" to John. I know it's silly, but...not everyone does that. I mean, ah, I don't know what I mean. But anyway, it was nice. And they leant us cake pans, and were just generally very nice people. Who own a very nice railway carriage. It even has two small bedrooms for the boys, so they didn't have to share. Although Mycroft took the bunk beds, and slept on the top one, so the dogs could have the bottom.
We cycled along the coastal paths, ate our lunch on the beach, and got to go to the pub for a nice leisurely pint, too. Perfect weekend!
Today was all about John washing socks while I tried to distract him...
Sherlock got quite a few presents...including these:
Because who doesn't want to eat a milk chocolate colon??
He was very grateful and charming, anyway. He is a fantastic young man.