Well, Brazil are having another nightmare. Sadly I don't get anything for the Dutch coming third ;) I don't think it's very healthy for senior officers to win things like sweepstakes though - better if a lower rank does, really.
Sherlock loved his time on the boat, and, although he won't say it, I think he liked having John there. Sherlock knows he's not like other kids, and he needs people around who'll be sympathetic when he pushes boundaries (if they're new, untested boundaries - he knows exactly which ones he isn't to test any more!) So things like bedtime in an untested area, with all his schoolfriends - sometimes he needs a gentle hand to guide him.
Anyway, he loved it, took great joy in being the provider of horrible bedtime tales, had a great day the next day, when they did a bit of a walking tour of a few London sights before going to the Science museum for lunch, a look around, and finally home. Maf leapt on John and wiped herself all over him to stop him smelling like 30 schoolkids and re-mark him as her chief minion.
As you all know, being the worst person at 'taking it easy' in the world, I messed around in his room, as he's been saying he wants a den in there for ages. And I think it's right he has a nice private space he can go to, as he grows up. It's something I never had, and would have loved. He also knows nowhere is completely 'private' from John and I - there are no secrets when you're 8, sadly. It's a fine line, but one I think we get right more than wrong.
Of course, when I offered Mycroft something to make up for Sherlock getting a new bed, he didn't want anything - but the offer is always open, Mycroft! Feel free to store it up and use it for a bit of a hand when you get your first place, though ;)
We were allowed to go and see Mycroft at work today - we just bought a few things and got a coffee (made by Mycroft). It's lovely to see him at work, getting on with things. At the moment he doesn't work Sundays and Mondays, because that's the days the owner takes off. But I think he'll soon be there then, too, and have random days off, he's doing so well.
And here are... err...cakes. Basically. In a graveyard. Not eaten by our dogs, but Mycroft and I found them whilst we were walking them the other morning. Absolutely no idea why - but if they were offerings to the dead, then the dead enjoyed one of them.
I'm back to work for a bit tomorrow. Just for paperwork. Probably bring some home, too.
It's really hot and sticky here now, I wonder if we've got a thunderstorm on the way. Oh, and we've got lots of tiny French beans on our bean plants!