Yesterday John bravely left me and Sherlock to our own devices while he went off to talk to one of the FMEs I work with, Manas. He's a great bloke, been doing the job almost as long as I've been on the force. Seen it all, from deaths of tiny babies to the carnage of the terrorist attacks in the tube. Peaceful, planned suicides to the messiest murder you can imagine. Allegations of police brutality, and people so terrified after they've been assaulted they don't want to be near another living person. A good bloke to talk to about what it is to be an FME.
I think John would be incredibly good at it. But I also know there are things that you deal with that are very hard. And some of those things are ones I won't find it particularly easy to talk to him about.
Anyway, that meant that Sherlock and I had to occupy ourselves. High on Sherlock's list for the evening were crisp sandwiches and inventing a new explosive security dye device.
High on mine were keeping the flat in one piece and proper nutrition.
We both sort of got what we wanted.
After making dinner (which, once home, John fell on like a bloke who hasn't been out for a pint and then been starving after for a while...) we decided to make playdough.
I would say it all went well until.... but actually, it never went that well. We went with the experimental side of creation... and then Sherlock got bored before it had cooked, and threw about eight hundred time the amount of red food colouring in than should have been in it... and then we decided to give up on real playdough and make some blood'n'guts. We did intestines first, then a pair of livers, and then it descended into less accurate 'innards'.
Somewhere in all this Sherlock picked Argon up, and she has a small red handprint encircling her body now...
It was a lot of fun, but towards bedtime Sherlock did keep running to the window and looking out for John. Which was really lovely, actually.
Overnight Spider had a slight leg-mishap. She's fixed now. Sherlock is still glaring at me, although I jointly blame John.
Today we went out for a run, after a hearty breakfast...quite a while after. Sherlock cycled with us.
Sherlock found a caterpillar...
Which he was told to release, but somehow ended up in our fridge. I'm currently being the bad guy after telling him it's not okay to ignore either of us when he just thinks we're wrong, or doesn't agree with what we say.
He's loitering around John, occasionally sending me wounded looks.
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What did Sally do, and is that a new tag? I don't remember seeing it before.
Uh...she undoubtedly did something. But actually I must just have hit that instead of the 'Sherlock' tag...
And no, it's not new. She's required it in the past. Although I can't remember why.
I do have some work to do once the Boy Wonder is in bed.
Ah, okay.
Dinner did seem uncommonly delicious last night now that you mention it.
Good to know my cooking seems to improve when the consumers are drunk*...
*This point will be contested by the accused.
I wasn't drunk! It tastes better when the consumers haven't eaten since an after school snack of celery and hummus.
Mmm, I might believe you.
I can put you in touch with other people if you want some different points of view.
It wouldn't hurt. Mainly I need to talk to Mrs Holmes now though. I'll make an appointment when she gets back from...wherever she is.
I can't believe I missed crisp sandwiches...
You didn't! I didn't let him have any.
I guess I just... worry. I mean, this week we had a boy die just older than Mycroft. Stabbed by someone Mycroft's age. It's hard, and I work with a team who I know and who know me.
It can be a bit lonely as an FME.
Oh! Well if you do, I want some too.
I know. Or...clearly, I don't know. I suspect it's not the kind of thing one can be prepared for. But I have an idea of what I'd be letting myself in for, and at least I'd be doing something useful.
Maybe lunch tomorrow... ;)
And no, I think preparing yourself that you're not going to know how you feel is all you can do. But yes, you would be amazingly useful.
I just...like I said, I think you'd be brilliant at it. But I'm also aware that when you find a case very hard, and you will, and I see that, I'll feel... responsible, I suppose. Which is a selfish way of looking at it. But one I can't avoid.
I probably would too if it was the other way around, so I can't tell you not to, and I know it wouldn't do any good if I did. Just remember feel responsible for the good bits as well. Like me not going mad from sitting around the flat endlessly.
Hah, I would definitely be very pleased if you didn't go mad.
Just, y'know, let me help. And when I can't, talk to someone else?
Me too!
I'll do my best. Thanks.
It sounds like it would be a hard job, but I guess you're used to that John and it's kind of nice to think that if you'd found out about it another way you two might've met anyway, even if you didn't meet in a spooky house on the moors. :)
Yeah, we could've met over a corpse, not a murderer... :)
Very romantic either way, I'm sure.
(He might not have asked me out if he hadn't thought I was a secret agent though...)
hey, we made it work!
oi, I thought you were a suspect before a secret agent...
But there was no invitation to coffee when I was merely a suspect. Not that I'm complaining - I definitely don't want you dating suspects. Or anyone else but me.
It wasn't as if the moors were teaming with places to invite you to have coffee...
I was mentally working out if there was a way I could manage to seduce you from 200 odd miles away, and how often I'd ever be able to get to actually see you.
Was thinking I'd have to learn to fly or something...
I would've visited. It would've been much easier after you bought me a motorcycle. ;)
I can tell you how that would've gone...
Me - back to London.
You - visiting me in London.
Sherlock - plotting my demise for stealing you from him.
You - back to the Moors.
Me - visiting you on the moors.
Sherlock - plan into action.
Many years later - me being declared officially dead after no sign had been found of me for many years.
No no no. Like this...
Me - visiting you in London with the boys.
Sherlock - complete destruction of your flat.
You - forced to return to the moors with us due to homelessness.
There were certain...stages in our relationship that would've been hard to achieve wit the four of us in my one bedroom flat, I think.
Especially given how much the boys observe.
Even if Sherlock hadn't quite known what he was observing, I think Mycroft would've!
Even if I stayed at a hotel with them, he would've seen your flat at some point...and then doom. And then certain stages achieved in a large house on the moor with thick walls.
Glad you were planning it all out too ;)
but more glad that you all moved to London.
Ha, me too. Apart from anything else, I can't imagine what I would've done with Sherlock, especially after Mycroft went off to Harrow.
Gone mad? Ended up living out on the moors in a cave with him?
But at least you'd've known a friendly local copper to keep an eye on Mycroft (and Anthea.)
Both. I didn't consider it much at the time though. I was fairly convinced their mum would agree to move us back to London. I just worried we'd be in the same city and still never see each other again.
Yay! I actually know the lyric this time!
L, if you decide to try for play dough again, get some tempura powder and mix that in for coloring. Messy at first, but then washes right out with soap and water when you're doing the cleanup (At least it did the one time I tried it. My "playdough" with the library kids is usually just salt'n'flour dough, which is cheap and disposable and we don't bother with colors.)
As for alternate histories, I think Sherlock would have dragged you back to the moor to tell him bedtime stories.
rsf
Ha, with Sherlock managing to almost get arrested? I feel our paths would cross...
Anyway, as we know to our cost, it's not hard to track me down.
Hmm. Yeah, I imagine I would've found you.
It's half one.
I've been drinking decaff since lunchtime!
I fear it's powers are failing.
There's a whole lot of not sleeping going on in the world, I'm just off to lie in bed not sleeping myself :)
Hope that you get there eventually
Lancs. Anon
I hope you managed to drift off in the past hour, L--but anytime you want some nice full conversation, just say so. :)
Dull, not full!
I hate this fake keyboard...
A little bit of excitement here in case anyone needs distraction. Just had a minor earthquake. :)
I think this is the fourth one I've been in now, but none of them were the horrible buildings-falling-down-tsunami-we're-all-gonna-die kind.
Hope the excitement in your lives is both just as exciting and just as tame.
ryo
Yikes! That has to be nerve wracking, at the least. Are you okay?
actually, RR, none of the earthquakes I've been in have been nerve-wracking, just surprising. But I haven't been in any bad ones. Enough to feel, but not enough to even knock things off shelves. Though I guess it's bit worrisome at first when you don't know if it'll be bad yet.
ryo
Well...I guess that's better than the other sort! :) I know the last earthquake to hit NYC didn't touch my neighborhood, even though it rocked the south end of the island (and a lot of the East Coast), and I was quite grateful.
Working late is well and good, but it's very hard to turn it off when I want to go to sleeeppp...
I want to be in an earthquake but John and Lestrade say I can't wish for it because lots of people get hurt sometimes, and when I'm older I can go somewhere and see if one happens.
We're having squid for dinner!
Lestrade - I think it can take a while for dodgy sleep patterns to right themselves. Reducing your caffeine intake can't hurt, but it's unlikely to work overnight.
I'm sure you're already doing all the thing that normally make you feel sleepy :-)
ryo - which part of the world are you in, if you don't mind me asking (apologies if you've mentioned it before and I've forgotten). I've only ever been in a couple of very tiny earthquakes, and they were rather disconcerting. Glad yours was a non-destructive one!
Sherlock - squid? Hmm. Have you ever had it before? I'd be interested to know what you think of it.
I can't eat squid. I've tried, and I don't mind the taste, but my teeth don't seem to know how to chew it properly and I just end up with a piece of squid with toothmarks in it that's too big to swallow.
rsf
Sherlock -- given that I've only been in very minor ones, I secretly think they are kind of fun, so I can understand wishing for one. But it would be awful to wish for one and end up in one that's horribly destructive.
Here is a website with an earthquake map: http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/map/
My one is on is on there. Or, apparently I should say two, since what I thought was an aftershock was actually a second earthquake centered in a different location.
Nameless -- I live in the U.S. My first two earthquakes were when I lived in Seattle, and my third was when I was visiting Japan (Sendai to be specific). But I was a bit surprised to be in one here.
ryo
RSF - I think you've been subjected to badly cooked squid. It should be either very slightly rubbery, but easily chewable, almost jelly-ish, or just soft. Never tough.
I don't think Sherlock has ever had squid, but he's going to help me prep them, and he can have the ink sack and things.
That sounds quite fun and exciting, L. :)
I've only had it battered and fried. What are you going to do with it?
Teriyaki marinated, griddled, with rice.
Sound delicious.
I'll do the marinade once I've changed and washed.
Sherlock squid inked me.
Are you surprised at that? No, me neither :)
Hee!
Fortunately, squid ink is water soluble, so it should wash off nicely. :D
(I'm assuming it was not on purpose, of course.)
I'm surprised he wasted the squid ink on anything but ice cream.
And yes, I think I've never had properly done squid if it's meant to be almost jellyish. It's always been very very chewy.
rsf
I didn't mean to I was squashing the ink sack and it sprayed.
Lestrade said you either need to cook it really quickly or really long. In the middle it goes tough and chewy so ours is only going to be a little bit cooked.
I meant it when I said I assumed it wasn't on purpose, I wasn't be sarcastic. :) I feel sure you had something more interesting in mind for that ink, actually. :) Did you save any of it?
And which way did L cook it--really quickly or really long?
I said only a little bit cooked Lestrade says that means about 1 minute each side I'm timing him.
That must be quite helpful, since with you timing it he doesn't have to set a timer.
I would just have guessed, but he's still being very good and helpful. Although John probably didn't need a squid leg on his arm.
John probably didn't need a squid leg on his arm.
:D
I'd have to say that probably very few people need a squid leg on their arms.
I just wanted to see if it would stick on!
And did it? Or does that only work with a live squid?
(Theoretically, you could have tried it on your own arm.)
It didn't really it slid off and I could have tried it on my arm but if I was a squid I'd rather eat John because he's bigger.
You should try with an octopus arm, with those big suckers.
Can I have one? Or a COLOSSAL SQUID that would be the best.
You cannot have a live one as a pet, but I assume they sell them somewhere to eat? Lestrade?
How big is a colossal squid?
Colossal squid are about 40ft long, I think. Here you go, Sherlock:
http://squid.tepapa.govt.nz/
They sell little octopus to eat, yeah.
...No, you cannot have a colossal squid. Sorry. Wait, wasn't there one in that Things in Jars tour at the museum? We can go back and see that again if you want to.
When I had hotpot, they gave us little tiny octopuses, or maybe they were squids, with tentacles about three inches long and when you put them in to boil the tentacles all curled up. And I must have let mine cook too long because I couldn't chew it enough to actually get a bite off. They did look cool, though.
rsf
Good luck with that Sherlock. Don't forget to enjoy the animals at the zoo though not just be a kiddy-copper.
Oooh, you've gone blue. I like it!
I like it too...though I'm not entirely sure L knows about it.
that is really pretty Greg, very calming :-)
I did it! Because it's a picture from my birthday.
you're either a brave or daft boy Sherlock and I just can't work out which ;-)
I like it! What's it a picture of? (It's hard to see through to the background.)
It' very nice, Sherlock.
Did you have something against my water lillies?
REReader I did it like that because last time you said you couldn't read it and it's a picture of the sea at the bottom of a cliff.
Lestrade Mrs Hudson says your colours are blue and grey and not green and especially not yellow and anyway it's boring not changing your blog picture and this one was good.
Thank you, Sherlock! That is one of the reasons I like it--it's much easier to read on my iPod. And I'm very fond of the sea--when I was a child, my family used to spend summers at the seashore, and I loved being there a lot. (The water lilies were pretty also!)
Well, thanks, kiddo. It's very kind of you.
did you take the picture Sherlock? blue is a lovely colour.
EBSanon
No I wasn't allowed because it was over a railing and I wasn't tall enough so Lestrade took it.
It looks purple on this computer, but I'll check when I get home and see if it looks bluer. Nice, anyway. Very soothing. Thank you, Sherlock!
rsf
yeah, it's funny. When I saw it on my phone it looked blue. On my laptop now it looks purple. I like it either way. Very nice to have a meaningful picture as your background.
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