Well, I wasn't going to write this tonight but then I saw the comments on John's blog...and realised what the next three days holds for me...and decided I'd be in no fit state to try and write one of these any time soon.
So...life is...well, the usual. The job remains difficult. The processes remain slow and frustrating. But there we go. No one said it was gonna be easy.
But we have Mycroft back with us, which is wonderful, and the flat is packed to the rafters with creatures great and small. I feel like I should get myself a critter - Sherlock has the goos, John has Maf (Or, actually, Maf has John), Mycroft has the hounds, Anthea has all of us.... I feel left out!
So, have a Christmas tradition - the choosing of the baubles!
I'll leave you to guess which one belongs to each of us. (This is a lie - they all clearly belong to Queen Maftet)
So there we go.
I'm still completely unsure who is going where for Christmas...I do know that the venue where John and I got married is having a huge refurb soon, and I want to take him back there for dinner before that happens - which may well be squeezed in amongst other festivities.
Oh, and, in other news - because he's kept very quiet about it, but now all there is left to do is wait... Mycroft has applied to university, and on the 6th of January he will discover if he was successful with his first choice! Which is very exciting. He's worked incredibly hard, and certainly deserves to get in - but doubtless so have other thousands of folk just like him. So our very best wishes to him.
(Sherlock is still grumpily refusing to consider leaving his own school, but I have a feeling this holiday may be the one which changes his mind...)