Ahhhh, the heatwave is currently not waving. But the Tube is on strike as of now, so everyone is still hot and annoyed anyway.
Yesterday was quite moving, really. Ten years since 4 bombs were set off on the London transport systems. Three on the underground, one on a bus.
At the time the first bombs went off the stations/place the bus blew up stopped and had a minute's silence. The nation held a minute's silence at 11.30.
It does feel like yesterday, really. Or last week, maybe. We heard, at first, there had been a massive electrical fault and the underground was suspended. Then we began to hear the rumours, around the yard, that it had been a bomb - and not just one, but a few, at least. As it became clear that there had definitely been fatalities, from those first responders, we geared up to go, because it doesn't matter if you've been stabbed or killed in a bomb attack - murder is murder. And I remember being on the way out, and my phone ringing. And I almost ignored it, just to get going, but something made me stop, and run back to answer it. And it was telling us to wait, not because they were worried there were more bombs - they were, everyone was, there was no need to say it. But because they were worried they had been dirty bombs.
So then we sat, and waited, and watched the news and tried to get on with out work until we finally were sent in.
Right now we're trying to catch a man who is wanted because he stabbed another man in the back because he thought that man was a police officer (he was a barman)...so we really want to meet him.
Anyway, onto far happier things - here's a picture of Mycroft's bike!!
Isn't it great?? It handles very well, perfect for London traffic.
He and I might sneak out whilst John's watching the tennis and go for a ride ;)
Sherlock has also announced we HAVE to go swimming somewhere fun during the holidays. By 'fun' he means a river or lake.
We also need to sit down and talk about his schooling - regardless of how firmly her ignores it, there will be a time when he has to decide where he's going for his secondary education. And apparently lots of the public schools take kids earlier than the usual comps, so.... anyway, I don't think we've convinced him he can't just stay where he is yet, if he refuses to look at anywhere else for long enough.
Have a fantastic picture that Sal showed me, too. She says if we 'homosexuals' really are possessed of an intense hatred of kids and tried to make dinosaurs scary we were doing a terrible job of it, given pretty much every kid seems to adore dinosaurs...
Amazing what you learn on the internet, eh? I wonder if we can get the hounds to make lemonade.
Oh, and here's a song I'm enjoying at the moment. Samples Smalltown Boy. Sal may have caught me singing it in my office...