Yesterday I got home, had a large moustache drawn upon me, went and got dressed in my leather jacket, jeans, boots, uniform cap and aviators, then came down and snuck up on John and sang this at him:
He only just survived being danced around the kitchen. He looked as if he was about to choke to death as he snorted with laughter and tried to tell me to sod off so he could finish making the tea.
Got home. Stripped off waterproofs downstairs, therefore undid the straps and zips on my boots before walking upstairs.
Went into the sitting room to have Maf leap on my feet and attack the straps, then bounce off in a flurry of fur and claws to vex a dog.
I was then attacked by Sherlock, telling me we could rent a WHOLE campsite to ourselves - his reasoning is that John and I need a tipi, Nicky and Mark need a tipi... and he, Mycroft, Carla and Paul need a tipi. Is this a good idea? Who knows... Anyway, it's on a lake, with canoes, it's got firepits and...well, I fear it'll have some terribly excited kids and dogs and some tired adults soon. On the plus side, there are proper beds inside the tipis. Proper. Beds. We may yet survive.
(I should add, the 'whole' campsite is because they have a separate small one, for exactly groups like us. Well...not quite like us, I don't suppose they've ever met anyone quite like us..... but you get what I mean.)
Anyway, backtrack! Paris. Paris was amazing. I spent the whole time wanting to hug the stuffing out of John, there wasn't a moment when I wasn't so happy I could burst. The Eiffel Tower was amazing - beautiful views. Even after a bit of a climb up all those stairs... but still, yeah, amazing. We did a lot of walking, a lot of exploring little shops and backstreets. It was all absolutely amazing. We might take the boys back there at Christmastime or something.
On the way back we stopped in on a few places and then rode up the coast. The weather was something else - we virtually swam home - but dramatic and beautiful too. That sky so grey it's black, it's stunning.
I've been working on a 'threats to kill' case today. Very frustrating, very hard to assess the actual threat. People throw it around so easily. "I'll kill you if you touch my car/boyfriend/wife/whatever". But sometimes they seem to have more about them...and, well, we can't ignore it.
There's a rumbling going on that one of us might have to go and help out on a case up country though. And that person might be me. I mean, I'm sure everyone would survive! I'm barely around anyway when I'm working, and now everyone's a bit happier/more confident in the kitchen the boys won't be surviving on jam sandwiches and peas... but still, I like being at home.
Mycroft got his AS level results today. I'm not actually sure what that even means, but he did well, and despite being incredibly modest, he's pleased with the results. He's now waiting for the bulk of the results - the GCSEs. Then, he grudgingly says, we can celebrate ;)
Have a picture of a chameleon worrying someone is trying to steal his tail.
Maf sometimes holds her own tail. She doesn't look quite that suspicious though.