Hope you all brought your washing in, UK-ites. Battened down your cats. Tied any elderly relatives to a sturdy object. Put children in the basement. That sort of thing.
We're not taking Mycroft back to school - he is, sadly, still going - but Anthea's taking him in a vehicle that could probably survive the apocalypse, let alone a bit of a stiff breeze.
Motorbikes wouldn't have been a good idea. I have no desire to take up any emergnecy service's time and energy by doing something stupid.
Although I think it fairly likely I'll get some work off the back of it, if it is as bad as they say it will be.
Sherlock is desperate to stay awake and see it all. Although it'll probably result in a few recycling boxes and bin lids blowing around and the odd tree giving up and having a lie down.
Today. Today was...I'm still a bit lost for words.
We went in, filled out a form, then were taken in to a small room with a tank in it. The guy explained that one button controlled the lights, one controlled an intercom to the reception. There was one of those inflatable neck collars, if you wanted it, and a bottle of fresh water, for if you managed to get salt in your eyes.
This was my tank. Mycroft said it was a bit bigger than his, and he wanted me to have it. Either because I'm larger, or because I was the scared one ;) or both.
Anyway, they leave you, you lock the door, you take your clothes off, you have a quick shower, you get your earplugs in...then you get in the tank.
There's sort of...music. I mean, trancey floaty music. Relaxing.
You pull the lid down (if you want to) and hit the button for the lights.
I left my lights on for about a minute, maybe, while I sort of...got sorted. Felt what it was like to float.
Then I turned the lights off...the lights in the room were obviously off by that time, but the music carried on for a few more minutes.
I spent a lot of time thinking about the tank, the water, floating. You drift slightly, so if you touch a wall, and even push the tiniest bit - just with one finger - then about a minute later, you hit the other side.
Anyway, yeah...then started thinking about my body, muscles, how it felt. Once the music was off you could hear your body, which was weird. I click when I blink. My fingers creak quite loudly. So does my jaw.
I had to stretch out a few times, and the clicks and crunches by body made were...slightly alarming. But it felt good. I did move occasionally, just to sort of...check. And it was odd that it made no difference if your eyes were open or closed - it was pitch black whatever.
I didn't really get lost in my thoughts. They said that every time you did it you'd relax faster, and sort of....zone out, more.
Mycroft said he managed that more. Which I can imagine, really.
At the end I was completely not in control of my body. My muscles felt like jelly. You have to shower again, wash off all the epsom salts, try not to get it in your eyes or mouth (I did both).
And then heading back onto a London street just seemed...horrific, really. I had to drag Mycroft to get a coffee and have a sit down.
I might do it again. I'm not sure yet.
We're cooking these odd chocolate swirly bun things. I will report back.