Sherlock took my stitches out earlier. He was fairly careful. Hard to balance care with excitement, sometimes.
John watched (very carefully) over him. He snipped through them (and almost me, on one occasion), then used tweezers to pull them out ("Your skin is stretchy!" "Will there be a scar? I want there to be a scar.")
Then gave me a swipe with an antiseptic wipe and shot off to look up scar tissue on the internet. Leaving John to give me the all-important 'all better now' kiss ;)
John frowned and said there might be a slight scar from the stitches, because they were in for so long - but that was because it was quite deep. So, we'll see. I'm not sure you'd see it if I didn't tan quite so vigorously!
Had a fairly good day today. But got nights on Saturday and Sunday... still, means days with JOhn and Sherlock. It's not a bad trade.
I think allowing Sherlock to unstitch me has made up for my terrible sin of feeding the degus last night. I... wow, Sherlock has just leapt all over the room yelling about exploding whales, I just have to go and see...
...Well, thank you, HHHG - you've made his day! He's watching it over and over, identifying exploding sperm-whale parts!
Anyway, away from exploding animals, back to cute ones.
Look at them! How could I resist giving them a treat, looking like little tiny furry prisoners in their travel cage!
I clearly have no willpower when cute things look at me - I mean, look what I'm like with John ;)
Work is..worky. Got a few cases on the books at the moment, none of them...particularly out of the ordinary. Makes me feel old, when I think of deaths as 'ordinary'. It's..odd. It's odd looking at the younger members of the team. But good, too, to see their enthusiasm, as they learn. Although sometimes there's a bit....prone to imagining all murders and deaths are like something off the telly. Most of them are very..boring, if I'm honest. I mean, ah, I don't know. Sometimes I have to reign them in, make them look at the more obvious lines, not the wild ideas.
But you do need the wild ideas sometimes.
Speaking of wild - a bunch of wolves escaped from a zoo yesterday. Some of them were sadly shot, given the danger to the public. Made me think of Greg the Florist. Although he's clearly not an Essex Werewolf - definitely a WestcountryWereWolf ;) He'd have to keep his ears down, lay low in his castle ;)
Thinking about taking John away for a sneaky night somewhere before Christmas - what do you think? Good idea, right?