So, back at work today. In the pouring rain and general misery of the wet, cold city!
Lots to catch up on, as always, as well as trying to book myself on various refresher courses before my training record looks bad again. Shit might hit the fan tomorrow, with an announcement about direct entry to the police.
Still, John and Sherlock came and visited me once the rain had stopped, which was nice.
Sherlock read what we were talking about last night and gave me a big hug this morning (and told me I couldn't get kidnapped again).
It's odd. I sort of thought, at the time, that although I didn't know what to think or do then, that it would sort of... come to me.
It hasn't. I still don't know what to think about it all. I don't really know what to say about it. I wouldn't mind talking about it all...except I still don't know what to say. It's just a thing, and it happened, like a lot of shitty things have happened, and...now they're done. And better things are happening. And you can't do anything about the stuff that's happened, you can just make the future better. So...
We saw the space station tonight - Mycroft told us it would be really bright, and it was. Amazing.
John hasn't been called out yet...but I imagine he will soon...
And have a picture of the kitchen in our little cabin we stayed in, because...I have one.