I don't think it's every day of the week...but I might be wrong. And he said something about sometimes just working afternoons, when they get very busy selling lunches and ice-creams and things.
He gets to look very smart, in a shirt and a black apron.
Work was hellish today, owing to the demise of our coffee machine. Drastic measures had to be taken. We ended the day with a cafetiere, but it couldn't keep pace with the demand for coffee. Didn't help my already grumpy mood at going back to work - I could've happily had a Sherlock-style strop at 6am, an declared everything unfair. But Maf was already in my space in the bed. So I came to work.
Cases were...well, okay. I don't understand why people don't plead guilty in the face of completely overwhelming evidence. I mean...when they don't have a cause to publicise or anything.
Sherlock has just about calmed down, after a rough few days of Mycroft leaving and school starting. Not long until the summer break, which seems incredible. He enjoyed celebrating St George's day and Shakespeare's birthday, sounded like they did a lot of acting. Probably a good way for the teachers to let them all run off the last of the holiday steam.
I do worry about how he'll cope when he moves to the much more structured learning of big school. Never mind the exams... I think he might excel in things he enjoys, and let others fall seriously by the wayside. And I can't say I blame him... Maybe he will just have to invent his own job one day so no employer ever cares about his exam marks. And hope a Uni takes him, if he wants to go.
Maf has explored her new hanging kingdom. Queendom? I don't know. She seems to like it, along with enjoying digging her claws into my leg and acting as a makeshift hat for John. Maybe she's attracted to his hair? Thinks it's a rather small, flat, cat.
And finally, I'd love to go here.
And Nicky sent me this - think you could do it, Danger?