Well, Brazil haven't had a dream start, have they?? Mind you, neither have England.
Work is busy - it's been hot, money is tight, the football is on, summer holidays are coming... it's all a perfect storm for frayed tempers, too much alcohol, too little...I don't know, care? Empathy?
Have mainly dealt with serious assaults, recently. Mainly fuelled by drugs or alcohol and over money. It's all very...tiring, I guess. The daily grind of people stuck, living in the same places as their attackers, sometimes even with counter-allegations, sets of neighbours at war, people in the same house at war, kids at war. It really just gets you down.
However, returning home is always lovely, with the footy, Sherlock leaping about, frequently topless, as if getting fully changed after school is just too much time wasted.
Sometimes pursued by Maf, if her Mafness isn't too busy having a snooze in the sun. Although she is a bit brighter and less destructive now she's lost her lampshade.
Here's a pic of Mycroft's latest effort, given that I imagine not many of us will ever see this for ourselves...
And, on quite a different subject, here are some leaves we grew - and ate.
We have some leaf miners at work, although Sherlock is very good at eradicating them. I feel incredibly affronted when I find pests eating our plants...sadly they take even less notice of me than criminals do.
Anyway, the boy is on his way to bed, and then I need to cuddle my husband - and undoubtedly her Mafness, who is never too shy to muscle in on a hug.
We also need to discuss tactics for sports day...and I need to sort out some serious baking!
(And congratulations to Becca, for landing a new job!)