10 June 2012

The boys are back in town...


Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)

As if five is enough...some will be..compressed.

1. John
2. The boys
3. Nicky and hers
4. My Nonna and Nonno (both dead.)
5. The rest of my family, Mrs Hudson, Sally, countless friends. All of you. (I know that's cheating.)

Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.

So, yes, we're back. Have a picture of a little sort of...castle-y turret thing. There may have been hiding and snogging inside it, until we were discovered with the announcement 'kissing is SO BORING! There's an owl pellet over here, come and see!'.

9 June 2012

Regrets. I've got a few. But then again...

Right, now mountains have been conquered, Danger has been massaged, boys and dogs are bedded down for the night...

Six things I wish I'd done differently/handled better.

1. Divorcing Bryan as soon as we split up, not waiting months and damaging my relationship with John. Yes, there were reasons, but I wish I'd done it differently.

2. Refusing to go to my Mum's last wedding. It was stupid. She would have appreciated it, and it wouldn't have done me any harm. I should have gone.

3. I should have gone left, but I went right. Literally. Thought instead of filtering between two lanes of traffic I'd do a proper overtake. Van pulled over and knocked me off. Was off work for weeks.

4. Wish I'd never told myself he would change. He didn't. It just meant I blamed myself more.

5. Wish I hadn't repeatedly told Steve it would be okay when we all knew it wouldn't. Wish I'd talked to him about his fears, tried to help, instead of denying him that chance.

6. Wish I hadn't made every single mistake I've ever made as a police officer. Each one of them damaged someone irreprably.

Back to London tomorrow. It's all gone very fast. I...hope we all got something out of it. I'm definitely glad I met John's parents.

8 June 2012

Skipping over

Well...I've been thinking about the eight things most of yesterday and allof today. Come up with precisely nothing.

Which isn't to say there isn't a way to win my heart, just that I'm not sure what it is. Apart from, you know, be John. But he already took that basic idea for his list.

Thought about things like 'not mind that sometimes I seem to spend more time caring about dead people than live ones'. But that's not really winning my heart, it's just what you have to put up with if you decide you want to spend time with me.

So, thought I'd skip to things that cross my mind a lot.
1. John
2. The boys
3. Old cases we never solved, the people involved, the victims.
4. Sex. Which I suppose comes under #1, so to speak.
5. My Dad
6. My family
7. The future

7 June 2012

Feeling as good as lovers can

Lestrade wrote these and now everyone's being boring and he said I could post them and then we can play more games in comments.

John's parents are a bit boring and strict and they don't like the dogs or noise or mud and Louisa said I shouldn't call Lestrade Lestrade because his name is Greg but we all call him Lestrade and we're not going to stop even if she thinks it's not very friendly. But she said thank you for the hedgehogs and that they were charming and John looks like his Dad except his Dad has greyer hair.

Sherlock.


Day Two: Nine things about yourself.

1. I can sing along to a million songs, but I'm terrible at remembering song titles.

2. I've never had a guitar lesson, but I can pick up most things by ear.

3. I used to write some love songs. But I always put in girls' names, in case anyone ever found them.

4. I found my first grey hair before I was twenty. Happily most didn't turn up until I was nearly forty.

5. When I was a teenager I really really wanted curly hair. So I used Mum's rollers.

6. I hated milk when I was little. And then, when I was about 6, it's like a switch went inside me. Now I can drink pints of it.

7. I used to be able to fit my fist in my mouth. I haven't tried for a long time now. I refuse to say if I can fit a fist anywhere else...

8. Apparently I really wanted Mum to call Nicky 'Marmaduke'. I've no idea why.

9. I have had...relations with another... on the back of a motorcycle. A stationary one. It was logistically quite difficult...


Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.




And we're in a restaurant and I folded my napkin into a chicken shape.

6 June 2012

We're Leaving Together...

Danger made me do it*

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.

1. Everything I can think to say to you to try to help I know you'd take as criticism, which is the last thing you need. So talking to you always feels as if I've left everything important unsaid.

2. Sometimes you fight too hard, and it turns people against you. Calm down, let your actions speak for themselves, everyone important will realise how good you are.

3. After years of never wanting to see or speak to you, I'm in the right place now to finally talk to you. But I'm still too scared to take that final step, for entirely new reasons.

 4. It would be completely unfair, but sometimes I want to push you until you snap, just so I know where that point is.

5. You're beautiful, talented and one of the kindest people I know. What scared you from letting people in?

6. It's not all about you. Stop being an arsehole and just take a look at yourself. You did that, you and nobody else, so stop blaming other people.

7. I worry about you, I hope my fears never come true.

8. It's horrible and ugly and wrong, but I'm jealous of you, and I know you'd laugh at that, but I can't help it.

9. I'm sorry now for all the times I wished it had been me instead of you. Sorry because now I'm so glad it wasn't, and that feels like I'm betraying your memory.

10. Whatever anyone says, I'll always blame myself. But in some ways, I think you'd hate that more than if I blamed you.


Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.



*He didn't really. Obviously. He just said I could if I wanted.

5 June 2012

When we kiss, Fire...

Awake. Just about. Coffee. Sherlock telling me about fireworks so fast it's all just one long word. John making me toast.

Nicky sent me this, to make up for me not going to see a beacon being lit. It's the one they went to.


Sherlock wants to play music on top of Buck house. I actually believe he might one day, too :)

Last night was fine, I mean, not great, too many people, terrible crime scene, in terms of evidence being messed up, too many people. Someone had been stabbed, lots of people walking past until they realised he wasn't just a drunk, he was in trouble. So not good from our point of view.

He's alive right now...but it's not looking good. too much blood loss. So it's going to be a difficult one. Don't want to think about it right now.

Mycroft said he really enjoyed last night. I get the impression they were somewhere with a very good view, and he thoroughly enjoyed the whole show. He told me off earlier for calling her Lizzy. Or Her Maj. Sorry, Ma'am. Boss.


Just caught Sherlock with another ninja bread man. I swear that boy has hollow legs. Or worms. Or a tardis for a stomach. He says it's my fault for making them so nice. Flattery, gets you everywhere.

Going to try and flatter John into making me more coffee...

2 June 2012

Family ties

Wish I hadn't been at work today. Not that it was bad, but it was the first day of the holidays for Mycroft and Sherlock, and it would've been great to spend it with them.

Still, we had lunch together and when I got home John had bought me a big bunch of flowers - assisted in his choice by Mycroft and Sherlock.

And tomorrow I'm off. And we're going to meet Rachel.

And I'm nervous. Or at least...maybe not nervous, but... it's a bit weird. Rach was only 5 when I left home. It's not like we really grew up as brother and sister. So it's odd, thinking of her now, with a partner, and due to give birth in a month!

I hope we don't overwhelm her... I haven't seen her in ages. I'm hoping Nicky has prepared her for the boys. Well, Sherlock, really. He's already asked a few questions about pregnancy... she might be in for a grilling. And he's asked which half of me and her is related...