Wishing on a cement floor

I will scan in Sherlock's moose design, but tonight I'm just too tired.

So instead you can have two pictures - one I took of my cactus* and the other of the clouds today over London.

First, Mr Cactus*:

That's his flower - as I said, I've had him 15 years, or thereabouts, and he's never flowered before - never done anything apart from sit low in his pot and stay alive, against all odds. Usually he's just the leaves around the bottom - he's never grown a tendril like that before.

*I've looked him up, and I think he's a soap aloe, therefore a succulent.

And here's a photo that sort of sums up the weather today. A bit of everything, all at once:

We're lucky though - bursts of rain, but nothing too serious. A lot of puddles, standing water - bad for bikes, because you need to avoid it, but worse, cars suddenly swerve to avoid things. I worry for John. More than I should, no doubt.

Got measured for my uniform today. It's not real uniform... I mean, it is, but it's sort of all action. Cargo trousers, t-shirt, cap, that sort of thing. Hopefully won't have to wear it much. Kicking down doors usually happens at such inconvenient times of day.