For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights

After non-stop pestering from people at work today to play the guitar, I finally did tonight - but not for them. Just for the regulars in the pub and John.

It went pretty well. Not perfectly - I'm a good deal short of perfect right now, but well enough that people seemed to like it.

I'd instructed John to do nothing whilst listening. Which he failed to do. He was performing all sorts of breathing and blinking type things, and talked to people, and jiggled his foot in time, and ...well, the list could go on and on. Plus his usual glares were absent and he looked all soppy. Terrible behaviour.

Anyway, with a few months more practice I think I might be ready for the wedding.



John said he was proud watching me - which wasn't a reaction I was expecting. Took me by surprise a bit, him saying that.

Bry and I met through the music, sort of, but...yeah, he didn't like me playing so much. At the time, naively, I suppose I sort of went along with him saying I spent too much time out of the house, and was always tired after work, and even that the job wouldn't be too happy about some of the places I used to play.

But really, he just hated me being the one getting any attention, I think. SO...yeah, really touched that John encouraged me. I'm enjoying it.


In other news, I found this photo, which I thought Sherlock would appreciate:

Those giraffe are entirely made of flowers.


And to continue trying to answer questions:

Here's a question--do you think it's ok to keep secrets, not little secrets but big things, from someone your having a serious relationship with?

You lot don't like asking the easy ones, do you?

I think 'ok' is a very, very difficult thing to pin down. I think it's okay not to tell anyone every little thing about yourself. I think it's okay to want some things to remain private. I think it becomes less okay the more those things could affect another person. But that's still not an absolute... there are things I haven't told John...but which I think he has read between the lines and knows anyway, without me having to come right out and say it. And...the nature of those things means I don't think it's important he knows it for him, but it's better for both of us...

I suppose, you have to weigh up - is your need to not tell more 'important' than their sort of 'right to know'. For instance - and this is extreme - if someone has HIV or AIDs, knows that, and doesn't tell another person and infects them then obviously, that is incredibly serious. If you have...epilepsy, say, and you don't tell your partner, but then suffer a seizure in front of them and they don't know what it is/what to do, then no, it wasn't essential you told them, but it would probably have made life easier for both of you if you had.

So...yeah, think about it, maybe try to put yourself in their shoes. Think about that balance of their need to know versus your need for privacy. It's not easy, but if you're in a serious relationship, I'd hope they would be as understanding as possible about any big secrets you chose to share with them.

Hope that helped a little.