tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16912558852852793402024-02-20T19:28:11.188+00:00Interesting murders not boring stuffDI Lestrade - catcher of murderers, personal chef and general dogsbody to Sherlock, husband to Dr John Watson, fashion icon to Mycroft. Coffee addict.Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.comBlogger602125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-49908107736785908342023-08-24T06:00:00.003+01:002023-08-24T06:00:00.145+01:00<p> Ten years.</p><p>TEN YEARS.</p><p>10</p><p>X</p>Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-5737936057665457692020-03-21T18:35:00.000+00:002020-03-21T18:35:01.379+00:00Possibly the most ridiculous thing I've ever said......but stay safe everyone, huh?<br />
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Especially you.<br />
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Yes, you.<br />
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Strange times indeed.Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-23471380296319736182019-08-24T22:47:00.000+01:002019-08-24T22:47:29.371+01:00Hitting for six6 years.<br />
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6 years!<br />
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I remain your humble servant, and the bloody luckiest man alive :)Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-19013505833426085522017-12-25T23:21:00.000+00:002017-12-25T23:21:15.845+00:00Should auld acquaintance be forgotMy last post seems...oddly appropriate, once again.<br />
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What a year.<br />
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So many changes.<br />
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But somehow, as the boys grow up, as we grow older, as everything settles in our lives, I suppose we're all happier with a little more privacy. A little more anonymity.<br />
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So, here we are.<br />
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Everyone is happy and healthy. Although, after today, also stuffed and in some cases a little tipsy.<br />
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I can't ever thank you enough for all of your support, love and kindness in the time I've had this blog.<br />
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And I wish you all only the best of things. Happiness, love and joy. May your lives be filled with laughter in 2018 and beyond.<br />
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So, you may not hear much from me and John now.<br />
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But I feel certain you haven't heard the last of the two young men we've had the privilege of helping to raise.<br />
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To the future.<br />
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To Mycroft and Sherlock.<br />
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I raise my glass.Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-27608618144031615342017-05-06T20:51:00.002+01:002017-05-06T20:51:55.622+01:00Just wonder how, how did things ever get this farWell. Been a while.<br>
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Firstly - my husband, John Watson, is amazing. He ran an entire marathon. And he really did run it - he said apart from the shuffle to get to the start line, when there are so many people you can barely move - he ran every step. Well, okay, he stopped for mere seconds to say hello to us and get a hug - but that was our fault. He wouldn't have stopped otherwise.<br>
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We managed to see him at a few places around the route, darting about on the tube to get ahead of him. He got slightly more pink and sweaty as he went, but never stopped having a slightly grim smile of determination on his face.<br>
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He's run 20 miles in training, and was fine. So now I know there's muscles in your legs which are only used in the final 6 miles of a marathon and to stand up from sitting down. Because the day after the marathon John would contort himself into a variety of awkward yoga poses going from sat position to vertical....a sort of crouch. Then bent at the waist, then slowly upward. I got things thrown at me for laughing - and this was during the day I'd taken off work to tend to his every need! Ungrateful creature.<br>
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<a href="http://interestingmurders.blogspot.com/2017/05/just-wonder-how-how-did-things-ever-get.html#more">Read more »</a>Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com203tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-32544676810440254302016-12-24T21:44:00.000+00:002016-12-30T17:07:37.973+00:00Night is falling and you just can't see, is this illusion or reality?So, Happy Christmas! Merry festivities. Have a lovely holiday season. All that.<br>
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Here's the traditional baubles post. Just in case you thought you'd avoided it. And other musings.<br>
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<a href="http://interestingmurders.blogspot.com/2016/12/night-is-falling-and-you-just-cant-see.html#more">Read more »</a>Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com214tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-77073396411009632372016-09-19T23:02:00.000+01:002016-09-19T23:28:38.002+01:00I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and come out with my soul untouchedSo. The flat is quiet again.<br>
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Mycroft has begun his new journey - the next chapter in his life. His college is lovely - small, old, all the things you'd expect from a college founded in 1897 really - although they kicked off in 1281, they just had a rough time for a while and only got back in in 1897.<br>
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Well, I'm not sure I'd have expected the monks, but Mycroft prepared us.<br>
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He got himself settled in, and then we went and found coffee. Which is obviously the next most important thing. Then had a little walk around the area, before going back and meeting yet more of his new...college mates?<br>
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Very odd, to be dropping him off at a new place, after seeing him off to school so many times. It is really nice though.<br>
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His mum is going to have dinner with them all at the end of the week. We've been invited to go back for dinner sometime, too, which is nice.<br>
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Sherlock scowled a lot. Even though he was getting a day off school for free.<br>
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Sort of for my birthday the guys got me a camera. I do like taking photos, and I usually just use my phone. But they asked Jo for advice and got me a great DSLR. Except it's for all of us to use, obviously.<br>
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Anyway, Sherlock took it up the allotment when we went up a few weeks ago and very politely asked some other allotmenteers if he could search their patches for things to snap. Then he was very quiet and patient and got some brilliant shots, which he wanted to share with you.<br>
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<a href="http://interestingmurders.blogspot.com/2016/09/i-strolled-all-alone-through-fallout.html#more">Read more »</a>Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com195tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-64219861471834950322016-07-27T19:51:00.000+01:002016-07-27T19:52:36.867+01:00All our times have comeThis is my 599th post. I can't believe that a. I've rambled on that much and b. you've all listened. Well, read, I suppose. Anyway...<br />
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We all went to Steve's grave today. Took some flowers, did a tiny bit of tidying. There weren't any other flowers there this time, as there have been in the past. I wondered if someone would come along, but they didn't. I kind of hope they do though, and see our offerings and know someone else is thinking about him.<br />
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We sat on a bench for a bit, and Sherlock had a lot of questions about post-death rituals. He wants to be a ghost. Slightly hampered by the fact he doesn't believe in ghosts...but as a concept, he wants to believe, and he wants to do some haunting.<br />
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He got most excited by being turned into a diamond (Mycroft's suggestion), being shot into space (John's suggestion) and being buried at sea (My suggestion). None of us really knew much about anything apart from being buried at sea, though, so that was his quiz topic of the day. He wants to donate himself to science anyway, but he said once they were done he'd like to be turned into a diamond and then shot into space. Everyone's got to have an ambition, I suppose?<br />
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Work has been....work. Good results, bad results.<br />
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Sherlock has announced this is how he wants to sleep for our camping trip:<br />
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I said I thought I'd spend all night needing a wee. John pointed out at least you could just stick your chap out and go.... (I'm also confused as to the ingress and egress...but Sherlock has that in hand...<i>"You'd just carry me and put me in it!" </i>I don't know why I asked...)<br />
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Anyway, we have cautiously allowed the possibility of hammocks to enter our plans.<br />
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Aaaand now I have to go because Sherlock decided to see what percentage of his body weight of carrots he could fit in his mouth and now there are carrots all over the floor and the dogs are eating them ... never a dull moment.Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com89tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-11918114691236961592016-06-01T21:14:00.001+01:002016-06-01T21:14:57.485+01:00I've come home. I'm so cold!Halfway through our last week of having Mycroft 'home' from School. Next time, he's left school and is about to go to work for the summer! After that, Uni...<br />
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We are entering an entirely foreign world to me, and mainly foreign to John (And stupid, if you ask Sherlock). Because Oxford University- where, I'm not sure if we've ever mentioned it or not, he is going (barring him sticking pencils up his nose, underpants on his head and sitting under his exam desk and not even writing his name) - demand rather more in the way of tradition than most, so Mycroft has to have all the right clothes and gowns and ties and whatnot ready and visit again to see his digs once he does get in to the college he wants to, and it's all completely baffling but he seems thoroughly happy about it all, and what more could we ever want than that?<br />
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He also has to take various sworn oaths and all sorts, and we've even been told we might get to visit! For formal dinners, no less.<br />
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I hope everyone understand how hard it is to behave when confronted with John in a posh suit. It'll be my only defence when questioned!<br />
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We also talked about some summer holidays - even though the big lad is working for the cyber spies for most of his 'holiday'. And Mycroft is very sure that he wants to go back to the Moors...where all of this started, for me and the boys.... and sort of where most of it started for John, although not the bloggy bit.<br />
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So that's where we're going. Hopefully this time without assassins, hell hounds (normal ones, or rehabilitated hell ones, both fine), no being rescued by helicopters (Unless required for entirely different reasons). We are not only going to camp, but we are going to Wild Camp. We will take bivis and bashas, we will rely on John's military expertise (and my expertise at finding places to sleep when in no fit state to find home), take a tiny amount of gear and live off the land (and pubs. And small cosy tea houses). It will be a proper, genuine, adventure. We will bike around, find cosy spots and bed down under the stars. I'm kind of excited already. (Provided the above rules are obeyed.)<br />
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Currently, the allotment is growing like a jungle - mainly weeds - Sherlock's pond is full to bursting with newts, the coffee machine at the office has broken, (reminds me, must find way of making good coffee in the wild...), my work laptop keeps freezing (must get Mycroft to look at it) and Anthea hasn't yet killed me (at time of writing this). Must also warn Dartmoor plod of potential for rustling figures to go through the roof this summer. And warn Dartmoor prison of chance of small boy trying to break IN....Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com166tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-47619783660689675052016-03-31T13:13:00.000+01:002016-03-31T13:13:02.779+01:00Happy Birthday John!<br>
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We truly are the luckiest household in the world, having you in our lives, looking after us, looking out for us, caring for us, loving us.<br>
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I've no idea what I'd be doing if you hadn't come into my life, but I know that now, 5 and a bit years on from you falling at my feet (well, sort of) I feel more alive, feel like every day I want to get up and face whatever life throws at us.<br>
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Anyway, dear readers, I'm writing all this whilst my husband and the boys are out on a Birthday Bike Ride. The boys said it's traditional, and now Mycroft's got his own wheels they can still go without little old me.<br>
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So I've been here, setting up tea. There's two sorts of cake, there's posh little sandwiches, involving cucumber and salmon and things, no crusts, naturally, there's biscuits (Mrs Hudson, I owe you, because John still thinks he's just getting cake) and there's indoor sparklers, because candles have been banned (owing to global warming). The boys have both got their poshest suits ready to throw on when they get back, and I'm about to clamber into my best bib and tucker in a minute, once I'm done with this.<br>
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My leg is getting better all the time, I'm allowed to walk in my big air boot thing, it's just a bit awkward. And I'm allowed to take it off in bed now, and for washing. It's just about being careful not to stretch anything I don't mean to... which doesn't include stretching that I do have to do, which John helps with, and is amazing at, because otherwise once I am allowed back onto it properly it'll all have healed too tightly. So. It's boring because Sherlock, particularly, is so FAST and I am so SLOW (as he tells me, frequently). And I can't ride my bike. and and and boring boring boring.<br>
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BUT it has given me a few weeks to thoroughly enjoy John's company (and feel lonely when he's off at work). It is lovely, just spending time together, relaxed, laughing, getting on with bits and pieces. Although I do have some paperwork to do now. But still, I get to do it with him. :)<br>
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And here's a composite photo of some bees that Sherlock found. I think it's by some people called Acidmath. It's very beautiful, anyway.<br>
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<a href="http://interestingmurders.blogspot.com/2016/03/happy-birthday-john-we-truly-are.html#more">Read more »</a>Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com178tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-21758103058600114182016-01-27T21:53:00.000+00:002016-01-27T21:53:31.678+00:00I've always been a coward, And I don't know what's good for meThere was an article on the Beeb this week. It made me think.<br />
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There's this woman I know, Daisy. She's about sixty now. She likes her fashion, always dresses nicely, does her hair with clips. She's from the North, originally, around Liverpool, but she's lived in London since she was in her mid-twenties. When she was five or six she broke her leg, but got it all sorted. She's got kids, but I've never met them.<br />
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And there's Roger. He was in the Navy for years, before he came to London. He's nearly 80. He got tattoos, when he travelled the globe with the Navy. He was born in India, spent some of his childhood there, before moving to the UK. Then he was in the WestCountry - Bristol area - until he joined the Navy. Maybe that's why he joined, seeing the people working in the docks there. I don't know anything about his family.<br />
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Neither of them have ever met me. I don't know what either of them looked like. They're two of 'my' unidentified corpses.<br />
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Daisy had a hairclip with a daisy on it in her hair when we found her. Roger has a jolly roger tattoo. I don't know their real names, and I don't know where their families are. I don't know if someone is missing them, wondering about them.<br />
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I do know we'll never stop looking for their killers.<br />
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On a happier note, I've done my 2 day refresher, which was horrible as ever, but still, all done now, signed off for another year. It's so stressful doing it all when it's not real but in a way I think it would be easier when something was actually going on, because there are more people and more things going on.<br />
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And on a much much happier note, Mycroft has indeed been successful in his university application, but I've been forbidden on saying anything more. And he's also gone for this perfect summer job, which I really hope he'll get - his housemaster has written him a glowing recommendation.<br />
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And Sherlock has some VERY exciting news too - his school are taking part in a live talk to Major Tim on the space station! They have to think of some questions to ask him about Space, and then they get to talk to him on the radio.<br />
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I shall miss the team I've been working with on Child Protection - they're fantastic. You have to have the right sort of personality to work in that kind of environment. We had a lot of laughs, whilst doing a lot of very harrowing work. I'm glad I did it, but I'm also very glad to be back with the MITs.<br />
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And on a final note...humans think they're so great, don't they, with their thumbs and gadgets and jobs and motorbikes...yet Maf gets fed, watered, cuddled, stroked and still fits in a long sleep... I might cut my thumbs off...<br />
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Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com203tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-64069727869009296272015-12-14T23:13:00.000+00:002015-12-14T23:13:19.524+00:00Sweet silver bells, all seem to say, throw cares away.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.<br>
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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.<br>
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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!<br>
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So, have a Christmas tradition - the choosing of the baubles!<br>
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I'll leave you to guess which one belongs to each of us. (This is a lie - they all clearly belong to Queen Maftet)<br>
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<a href="http://interestingmurders.blogspot.com/2015/12/sweet-silver-bells-all-seem-to-say.html#more">Read more »</a>Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com162tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-18685821504641824962015-10-25T17:38:00.001+00:002015-10-25T17:39:59.592+00:00I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take.So, I think I've discovered that I like Wasabi. Which is obviously odd, given that I don't like hot curries. But there's something about wasabi that is hot without being burny... I can't explain it. But I think I might have become addicted to wasabi coated peas, courtesy of one of my sergeants, Amy. It's probably a slippery slope. This time next year I'll be living under a railway arch mainlining scotch bonnets.<br />
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The rest of this, until just above the picture, is about my current work in child protection, so please don't read it if it will be upsetting.<br />
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My team is small (but, they inform me, perfectly formed). Honestly, it's frequently a very odd office - well, room - to work in. We're a bit squashed in, and frequently 3 or 4 people will be sitting at their desk, headphones on, notebooks out watching what would commonly be called pornography, but is in fact abuse. Until you've spent a whole day trying to note down every distinguishing feature on an offender and their surroundings whilst doing your best to ignore the actual content of the video you can't really understand how horrible parts of this job are.<br />
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On the one hand, it's a nice feeling to think you've 'saved' victims - albeit too late, obviously, for the ones you know about, and the ones you've saved before it happens, well, neither of you will ever know that. Because I'm under no allusion that without being caught these people would ever stop offending.<br />
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on the other hand, sending a body to a morgue for PM and having forensics hopefully give you a plateful of evidence will forever be easier and more pleasant all 'round than trying to interview a terrified 4 year old for evidence.<br />
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So, it's a job that is unbearable hard, but also incredibly worthwhile, and I'm still coming to terms with that, whereas most of the team are old hands and better at this than I am. Overseeing kids being removed from their parents/guardians, making decisions about informing completely unsuspecting parents about what's happened to their kid, explaining to wives (so far it's only been wives, although obviously won't always be) why we are arresting their husbands, and watching them realise their marriage has been full of lies, it's all...wearing. And wearying.<br />
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Which is why one of the things I'll be bringing back to my team is our 10am tea-break, where everyone who's in the office is welcome to gather around, with a brew and discuss whatever they want - from casework, to something that's made them cry, to how bad their suspect smelled when arrested - whatever, it's a time to share experiences and ideas, and it works really well. Brings everyone together, keeps everyone up on what other cases we have in.<br />
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On a far brighter note, both Mrs Holmes and John's parents and Nicky have all invited us for Christmas...or part of it, given work.<br />
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And here's a picture of the rugby we went to see. I believe if you look closely you can see SH, winning the trophy ;)<br />
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Aaaaand....there was a great clamouring for another <span style="color: magenta;">Upstanding Column</span> (well, okay, one of you asked). So...have at it. As always, all information given is completely unfactual and entirely possibly wrong ;) the topic is anything, from recipes to romance, pet care to plumbing.Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com185tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-46937468440490331432015-09-27T13:03:00.000+01:002015-09-27T13:03:04.084+01:00A million shards of glass, That haunt me from my pastWell...so much to talk about.<br />
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Firstly, here's the place John took me away to:<br />
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It was lovely, so peaceful, lovely walks together, ending in cosy pubs. Wonderful views.<br />
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And here's part of Sherlock's birthday weekend - the climbing place we went to. It was great, they were so helpful. I think Mycroft is contemplating joining a club at University, so might go a few more times to get a feel for it.<br />
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It was great - lovely atmosphere. The crowds at Rugby are notoriously good natured. Even though about 90% of the crowd were All Black supporters, the biggest cheer of the night went up when Namibia scored a try.<br />
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The other day, when Japan beat the Boks, down in Brighton, the Bok supporters formed a guard of honour when the train arrived back to London, to allow the Blossom supporters to go through the barriers first - that shows how nice Rugby crowds are, compared to football crowds, where someone would probably have been stabbed and a huge fight would've broken out.<br />
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Anyway, all that just goes to show what an amazingly fortunate man I am, to have such wonderful people around me to share so much fun and love with every day. Which is something I'm not going to see so much of in the coming weeks...once I've handed over to Sal and Dimmo I'll be off to CP, with all the misery that involves. However, much like any serious crimes, the victory of getting a conviction and getting someone off the streets and where they can't harm anyone will be very very welcome. The team there are amazing. Dedicated officers who work their arses off doing a very very difficult job, day in day out, because they care so much.<br />
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Now, Sherlock wants bacon and avocado for lunch, and the degus need their weekly health check up and bath and to stop trying to burrow up my sleeve.<br />
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(And what does everyone think of the new Bond theme....I'm not a fan, I've got to say.)<br />
<br />Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com118tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-63596120203018723682015-08-16T21:50:00.001+01:002015-08-16T21:54:38.186+01:00Hvala, Croatia!So...we have returned.<br>
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London is far too far from a warm sea.<br>
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It was beautiful. I mean, I don't really have words for how beautiful. Stunning. Like nowhere I've ever been.<br>
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So, because worlds fail me, have some pics.<br>
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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.<br>
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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.<br>
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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.<br>
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So then we sat, and waited, and watched the news and tried to get on with out work until we finally were sent in.<br>
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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.<br>
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Anyway, onto far happier things - here's a picture of Mycroft's bike!!<br>
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Apologies for the delay. I've managed to delete all the photos off my phone and completely failed to get them back. So...<br />
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Here's one Mycroft took from the cricket - which was great. We had a lovely time, Mycroft almost couldn't cope with some of the style choices on offer though... They were bad.<br />
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That's us batting - just at the start of the innings, and a very attacking field by the Kiwis.<br />
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Rain stopped play for a little bit, but we only lost about 2 overs in the end, as it meant lunch was called early. And we didn't get too wet - well, I got a bit wet as I went for a coffee... but when I got back Mycroft was sitting serenely under an umbrella. So we huddled.<br />
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John and Sherlock also had an eventful day - they found a poor little wren, which had flown into a window They cared for it until it flew away, though! Look how tiny it is.<br />
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Obviously I'd rather not be fishing body parts out of the water - but you know, that's the job I signed up for.<br />
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Sometimes crime scenes have their up sides though - they tend to be out-of-the-way corners of the world. Even in the heart of the city there are a few little places that nature still rules.<br />
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<br />Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com112tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-23741777259904629412015-03-31T20:05:00.002+01:002015-03-31T20:05:47.016+01:00Seems like you, Chase the clouds awaySo, today is the anniversary of the birth of one John Hamish Danger Watson. Husband, child rearer, companion, doctor, soldier, carer, organiser and the best friend I've ever had.<br />
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I'd told him I was going to work and would make it up to him on our little holiday we have planned. But actually, we switched off his alarm, and made some ridiculous heart-shaped french toast and bacon, and Sherlock arranged our cards and gifts, and then we went and woke him up with tea :)<br />
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Mycroft even took Sherlock to school for us so I could tidy up and get ready for the day... OF FUN.<br />
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We were really lucky, it was sunny this morning, so we went for a walk, then got lunch in a little cafe before I decided we should do something different and we rented a rowing boat on the Serpentine. We were pursued by swans. Stealthy silent ninja swans.<br />
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Afterward it rained...torrentially... so we had to run into one of the little folly things and hide. And have a sneaky snog.<br />
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Once it was time to pick Sherlock up we dragged John off for tea and cake...and now I'm stuffed and I'd promised Sherlock we could make birthday pizza.<br />
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Anyway, here's a pic from when Tadhg came for his visit - isn't he gorgeous? They showed us a picture of his Dad, too - and...well, he's the spitting image at the moment, and if he grows up to be too then he'll be beating off suitors with a stick!<br />
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In other news, you can now <a href="http://thenextweb.com/insider/2015/03/31/you-can-play-pacman-inside-google-maps-right-now/" target="_blank">play pac-man on Google maps</a>, in case you had some time that needed wasting...Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com75tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-46929246071050490682015-03-10T18:34:00.000+00:002015-03-10T18:34:01.149+00:00Just because you don't believe that I wanna danceSo...I'm home. Early. And with more of the NHS's supplies attached to my head.<br />
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We went to arrest someone who was known to be violent (I mean, to be fair, we mainly arrest people who've tried to kill someone...so it's not like any of them are going to welcome us with baked goods and a cuppa.) Anyway, we went with lots of help. Four of us, four uniform officers, all for one man.<br />
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But he didn't disappoint. Went absolutely postal, shaking us off like rag dolls.<br />
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He tried to run into the back garden, but, amazingly, we'd thought of that...so I burst out of the back door to find four officers clinging to him like ants on an elephant... and joined in, naturally. And ended up making close friends with a very badly made greenhouse.<br />
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So, by the time the CS gas and tasers were flying, I was mainly out of it, really.<br />
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We ended with one arrest, one fractured wrist (uniform), one frankenstein's-monster-ish head (me), one black eye and fat nose (Sal), plenty of bruises and scrapes and lots of streaming eyes from the CS...<br />
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Anyway, paramedics and even more officers showed up, took us all off to our various destinations...John showed up, because Sal called him - we weren't that far from home, so he arrived while the paramedics were busy mummifying my head. Followed us to the hospital, then followed the panda which dropped me home. Staples in the scalp mean putting on a bike helmet isn't happening for a while.<br />
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And eventually, after a lot of staples in A&E I was sent off home with him to care for me. Got to pretend I was a doctor though, in a fetching set of scrubs, as my suit is a. ruined and b. forensic evidence.<br />
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Mrs H fetched Sherlock, who has announced that staples are 'better than stitches'. I'm not 100% sure on how the hierarchy of medical fastenings runs...probably...sticky tape, glue, stitches, staples? He hasn't seen mine, as they are currently under a ridiculous sticky dressing which I'm sure nurses only put on my head for a laugh. But John thoughtfully took pictures at the hospital, so he was somewhat mollified.<br />
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He also showed me <a href="http://www.freshphotons.com/post/112309517804/labphoto-a-really-spectacular-experiment" target="_blank">this</a> - which is rather cool.<br />
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Anyway, John's now having great fun looking after me....honest...perfect patient, me. I'm apparently playing a game of 'the floor is lava' that I didn't sign up to, because every time I try to get off the sofa he's there, stopping me. Although, thus far, he hasn't catheterised me...so I must stop writing this and go and wee out some of the 20 cups of tea he's made me drink so far ;) Later on I might even let him pick some scabs out of my hair..<br />
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<br />Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com90tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-31683077984064412412015-01-30T20:34:00.000+00:002015-01-30T21:32:45.471+00:00I can't do what ten people tell me to do, So I guess I'll remain the same.Sherlock has texted me to inform me he really NEEDS a pet owl, and even if we won't let him have one, he'll get one when he's older.<br />
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So...there we go. I wasn't even sure how to respond. Except obviously he actually texts me using John's phone, so when my message 'Right. Do what you like once you move out.' appeared on the screen I think John thought he'd missed half an argument or something! I got a very questioning text back...<br />
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...just realised I started writing this many hours ago, and never continued. Stuff came up.<br />
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One of my officers fell down the stairs while searching a house this morning...Bruised ego luckily seems to be the worst of his injuries.<br />
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I feel like I've been in meetings forever recently. Not why I became a police officer!!<br />
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Mycroft's back with us this weekend. He is currently being regaled with tales of guinea pigs. Lucky that was last weekend - I'm not sure we could have coped with the dogs in the mix as well! The pigs would have made a nice mouthful for them...<br />
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Not sure what we're going to do with ourselves.<br />
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I heard a good quote which makes me think of Mycroft the other day - "The night hides the world, but reveals the universe."<br />
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And have you heard they're going to move Dippy in the National History Museum?? Unbelievable! Going to replace him with a blue whale. Which I'm sure will be spectacular, but... Dippy... (Mycroft has shaken his head and said he can't believe people have given it a nickname.)<br />
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They re-created Winston Churchill's Funeral today, on the river. Would've been interesting to see. I think the river police led the boats out - they get all the best jobs! Maybe I should apply for a transfer.<br />
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<br />Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com211tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-45044629825557291192015-01-11T12:59:00.000+00:002015-01-11T12:59:38.269+00:00I'm not the man they think I am at home.Well, we lose Mycroft today, off back to school after a lovely long time at home. So tonight the place will be empty of dogs, large teenagers, stuff, things and the fridge will remain full for slightly longer... although to be fair, he's been bringing us lots of treats home from work, when he was there.<br>
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Here's the first lot of florentines Sherlock and I made. We have somewhat refined our recipe since, and added in some pre-toasting of nuts. But still, they tasted good, even without any of the right ingredients.<br>
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I think we're going to make some more in a bit, so Mycroft can take them back to school with him.<br>
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Speaking of, it was a nice night last night. Always good when teams get along and can have a nice time socially. And obviously I'm a very generous boss ;) (and won't let them forget it).<br>
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Sherlock glowered at me a bit this morning. Probably because I was home so late last night (I don't actually know what time I got home, to be honest. Just that John was still awake.) Or possibly because I completely messed up his breakfast. Probably both.<br>
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We've picked up another stray for Christmas Day - DI Dimmock - Dimmo, he's working the nightshift on Christmas Eve, so I've invited him around to partake in some eating in the afternoon. Otherwise it's a bit of a miserable day!<br>
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I'm off tomorrow, then it's the long run in until I'm off on the day itself :)<br>
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The tree is remarkably intact (more than can be said for my thought process), and Maf doesn't seem too interested in it, although she is when the baubles are knocked by a passing hound, or when tinsel is dangled for her. When you tie tinsel to a dog's collar, as we discovered the other day, a huge fight ensues... so we won't be doing that again. Dog's clearly don't differentiate between having their festive collars attacked and being under attack themselves.<br>
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I'm going to have to stop there as this screen is far too bright. But I really will come back and put some music on here asap.<br>
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Mycroft has just had to remind me to return and put up promised music...<br>
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Three songs I enjoy at this time of year, for quite different reasons:<br>
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<a href="http://interestingmurders.blogspot.com/2014/12/it-was-christmas-eve-babe-in-drunk-tank.html#more">Read more »</a>Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com181tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-9357059393621588382014-11-27T20:52:00.002+00:002014-11-27T20:55:47.393+00:00One by one we're going to stand up with prideHappy Thursday, everyone.<br />
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I can't say there are many officers today who are crying a tear for Andrew Mitchell. Hopefully the whole sorry drama can be put to bed now.<br />
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Very sad to hear about Phillip Hughes. What a tragic way for a young man's life to be cut short - playing the sport he loved. And the poor bowler, my heart goes out to him.<br />
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Been dealing with a few cases recently - one of them is a very disturbed young man, who clearly completely believes what he's telling us, but we think it's happening in his head. We're trying to get him some help, but it's very difficult! Also taking up a lot of time, because we have to act and investigate things.<br />
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Then there's the regular criminals - the regular running around, trying to protect witnesses and things.<br />
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I nearly lost it on the phone to the CPS the other day. Words were had. Sal says she knows when I'm ranting because I pick up the whole phone and walk around the office, and have to untangle everything afterwards. Anyway, eventually, I got my way. But that took up a huge amount of my time I could have done with spending on other things.<br />
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Got tomorrow off, to spend with John.<br />
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Mycroft has invited us all to his school carol concert, which I'm sure will be amazing - a proper choir and everything. Churches generally aren't my thing, but I feel certain this will get us all in the Christmas spirit. And it's nice to get the chance to sing a few good carols. And it's only a couple of weeks until he's back home with us for the holidays.<br />
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And, because some youngster has covered it, here's a previous cover of a song I like:<br />
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Oh, by the way, feel free to start placing bets as to what Maf will attack and destroy out of the many Christmas decorations Sherlock will insist we put up.<br />
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To be honest, I'm only betting on what will survive - far shorter list.<br />
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John mentioned walking Hadrian's Wall earlier today. It sounds like a great thing to do - I'd love to spend time with John and the boys doing something like that. Sounds like heaven, frankly.Greg Lestradehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09285238923063606142noreply@blogger.com70tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691255885285279340.post-62327723904296896722014-11-08T15:01:00.001+00:002014-11-08T15:01:57.734+00:00One hundred hairs make a manmmm. nights. I've avoided them for a while, because of various day time commitments - meetings, court, that sort of stuff. But here we are, nights again, trying to prove connections between people this time, which is...well, fairly boring. When it's not my turn to be watching I'm busy going through reams of data on locations - bank card use, mobile phone calls/signals, all trying to put certain people together at certain times. CCTV, too. It's amazing the trails people leave.<br />
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Anyway, half term was lovely. Got to spend time with the boys and John. Mycroft is so different from the quiet little boy we first met. He's a big lanky confident teenager now, with unruly hair and is suddenly fluent in grunting as a means of communication. Sherlock is still stuck between being waaay above hanging onto his brother's coat tails and...doing exactly that ;)<br />
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Anyway, tonight Sherlock is staying over at the school, and is very excited. There will be fireworks first, which only adds to that excitement.<br />
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I'm not sure if John or I am going. Well, I am sure I'm not going, because I'm at work. I think Anthea might take them up there, and then we'll both go and fetch Sherlock back tomorrow and wish Mycroft well for the coming weeks.<br />
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John is going out with Murray tonight. Or Mo'rray, as he is currently known. He is trying to make John join him in Mo'vember. I very much fear he might succeed... because John's only comment so far wasn't exactly negative.."I suppose it's the one time of year people would forgive you for trying to grow a moustache"... so tonight I may find myself married to Mo'hn Mo'tsan.<br />
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Imagine this man, with a mo.<br />
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And no, I don't know what he's pursing his lips about, or why he's on a slightly dodgy looking giant fur rug, or why he's pulling that rather...er..well....that pose. I can tell you that in the next picture of the 'series', he has his tongue out.<br />
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