Started today by biting the inside of my bottom lip. Swore. Apologised to Sherlock for swearing. Made him promise not to swear. Made him promise again. Immediately heard him practising...
Headed to work, and to court, which always takes longer than it should. Then had to rush back to the yard because we had info regarding a suspect.
(En route, picked up a text message from Mycroft asking that I 'lose' John's yellow hat. He's said he'll buy a replacement 'tasteful' one.
Later, got a message asking me to promise to intercept the post man if any jumper-shaped parcels were to arrive...assured him that plans for that were already in place.)
Went to an address, and after a bit of waiting, executed a pincer-like move to nab the bloke... well, that went about as well as they ever do. Ended up chasing him after one of the PCs tripped over a small shrub...
Anyway, running about isn't my idea of fun anymore, nor is scaling walls or leaping fences or any of that, especially when there's a bloke trying to kick you in the face every time. However, London's criminal classes aren't known for their healthy attitude to keep-fit, so he tired before we did, and we got him in the end.
Then, once he'd been checked out and got a brief, into interview. Which... I dunno, they're long and boring and entail going over and over and over things waiting for him to say anything slightly intelligent and/or truthful.
And finally, home! For a bath, but not before Sherlock had virtually leapt on me from the window, because he got the part he wanted in the play.
From what I can gather, he's an Angel, and he gets to dance, and he gets to 'tell people when we've moved from one place to another place if they're too stupid to tell.'...let's hope he's slightly more diplomatic than that...
I think he has to do at least one dance with the three kings. Or possibly some camels. Or both. It all got a bit muddled in the telling, because he thinks I know the story, and I clearly don't...
Anyway, going to go and smile sweetly at my other half and see if he'll give me a neck rub. Then practice these songs on the guitar, or I'll face the wrath of Sherlock, the world's harshest critic...
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I will give you a neck rub. And also tell you that all jumper-interception plans are useless because Mrs Hudson says she's knitting me one.
Is she??
Do I a. trust she's got enough sense not to make it too horrible. b. break her fingers?
You can pull my hair, too. and kiss my nipple better, I caught it falling off...er...carefully climbing off the top of a wall.
As if you stand a chance against Mrs Hudson and her knitting needles. She could take any of us out in a heartbeat.
...Ow. Is it all right? I didn't notice anything when I was looking you over but I was focusing on your back. Where you are bruising, by the way.
b would be a bit brutal Greg! I'm sure she can be trusted to make something tasteful and anyway if John wants to wear a mad Christmas jumper why should he not be allowed? Christmas traditions and all that ;-)
good luck with recovering from today's rather interesting arrest and WELL DONE Sherlock, your audition must have been really good :-)
You know, I think that's the first time you've referred to John as your "other half" on here :-)
kiss my nipple better, I caught it
OK, I winced. The downside of the piercings, I suppose. And of falling off... er... carefully climbing off the top of walls.
Mycroft - do you have any influence over Mrs Hudson and her choice of knitting patterns?
Mm, she is pretty handy with them.
Do you bruise more when you get old? And I'm sure it's fine.Just a bit of a...tweak.
Handknit sweaters are the best! I'm sure Mrs Hudson will make a lovely one (or four :)).
YAY, SHERLOCK! I'm sure you'll be a wonderful dancing angel and narrator!
Ouch, L! That sounds distinctly uncomfortable. (Including the carefully-climbing-down-off-a-wall bit.)
Nameless - I was going to say 'serves me right', but I knew everyone would defend me...against myself. What I meant was 'the downside of', as you rightly said.
It's just not something I thought about until...I thought about it really quite hard ;) It's fine though. Should probably just wash it in a bit of salt water or whatever for a few days. Or whatever the doc recommends.
I sometimes suspect her of being an extremely secret agent.
One can, yeah, but you're not old. I think it was more falling off a wall than age. I'll see what I can do about making it feel better.
I'm sure I fell off a lot of things in my youth and didn't bruise...
Anyway, I...slithered off the wall, hence the nipple. The back was probably hitting an entirely different wall. Or the floor. It all merges into one when you're rolling about with a suspect and two other big bobbies.
Heh. Slithered.
It was a long way down! Didn't think you'd fancy nursing me over Christmas and doing all the cooking while I rested a broken ankle :)
No, no. Quite right, slithering is much better!
RR - if she makes four then she'll get the same lesson as the fictional Small Boy of AnonyBob's question - and the degus would get a new bed!
Stop talking and practice your songs or you might be embarrassing
Hey, don't pre-judge--these hypothetical sweaters/jumpers might be beautiful!
Have you started practicing in school, Sherlock?
Go to SLEEP like a good little Angel, Sherlock. Or I'll get Mrs H to knit you into a sleeping bag.
I think they have, RR.
Going to slither into bed with me, Danger?
Any time you're ready.
That'd be any time you lever me off this sofa then...
Well, I guess if he has to practice... :D
Have a good night, gentlemen!
L - I'll do my best, come on.
Hooray for Sherlock! Well done!
I think Mycroft, or the dogs, have just become suspects in the disappearance of last year's Christmas jumper.
Hope the bruises, etc., heal quickly and the rehearsals go well. Good night, all.
rsf
Congrats to Sherlock on getting the part you wanted. It feels good, knowing you picked something you could do well and that your skills have been recognized.
The mall where I do my morning walks has a whole store dedicated to 'ugly christmas sweaters'. Truth.
He went stratospheric when a few flakes of show fell this morning. Bet John had fun....
God, but I'd love to be that age again (with you two bringing me up) when you only see the upside to snow and so many other things.
There are schools shut because of snow outside London!
that's not good is it Sherlock, how will those poor children practice for their Christmas plays?
Its a good job yours is open don't you think? :-)
Gosh, it's early in the winter for school closings, isn't it? Stay warm, everyone!
rsf
(Okay, I have to share this one. I'm still playing the "if you can pronounce the captcha, think of a definition for the word" game, and today the captcha is "macrii" -- clearly the plural of lolcat, yes?)
AnonyBob - exactly my point!
Rsf - yes, it is early. Was horrible when I came out this morning, but it's quite nice now.
Snow is very exciting!*
*Footnote: So long as going out in it is purely optional. :)
How's work today Greg? less bangs and bruises that yesterday?
Did you practice today Sherlock?
I think grownup definitions of horrible are different than kids' definitions when it comes to snow.
rsf
Sorry, just busywith this case
Ah, yes, I remember being a preschool teacher when those first long-awaited flakes fell past the window. 20 kids really could fit in that space...who knew?
Wish we had snow. My middle daughter needs it for her sport, and yesterday it was almost 60F. That's just wrong.
Glad the situation has improved driving-wise. Don't know what's worse, the slick roads or all the people who think that the laws of physics don't apply to their 4X4.
Where we are it literally was a few flakes.
As for drivers - don't get me started! Seriously considering asking for blues and twos on my bike just to wake some of the idiots up.
we have enough snow to close roads but that doesn't stop the speeding drivers!
I hope you're getting to the point where your work day looks like ending on time Greg :-)
ending...now, so not too late.
Sherlock has already called me to tell me I should be at home practicing the guitar though! Hard task master, he is...
Is he practicing his dancing, then? More importantly, is he practicing his dancing in a robe? Because a certain amount of practice is required if you don't want to trip on your skirts.
rsf
i don't think he's wearing a robe. But I could be wrong, all I've really heard about is the halo.
he doesn't want to be embarrassed by your performance I guess ;-)
Glad you're home now, I hope some relaxation is ahead :-)
It's not entirely a bad thing that he's internalized the need to practice!
And on a completely different note...I just got this in the mail.
...
Because nothing says Peace on Earth like bullets?
Link doesn't work for me, RR.
Is this any better, L?: http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/rereader3/XmasGiftCatalog.jpg
Yeah, got it.
I've no idea what I thought it was going to be...but I think that's quite clever. I doubt many people think of Christmas as a time of peace on earth now. Just of buying stuff... and if cartridges are what they sell, then I guess it's what they want you thinking of!
We should definitely go and blow some clays out of the sky at some point...wonder how old Sherlock needs to be....
Well, it certainly made me do a double take. :)
I was expecting it to be bullets...which for some reason I find far more aggressive than shotgun cartridges.
If he's not old enough to shoot a regular gun yet, maybe you could do something like this: http://www.laserclayshoot.co.uk/?
I want to shoot real ones! We should go when Mycroft is home, which is SOON.
When is Mycroft coming home, Sherlock?
Friday!! That is the day after tomorrow!
We'll have to see about real ones, Kiddo. I somehow didn't think you'd be interested in anything but the real ones...
Do we know how Mycroft's getting back here? We picking him up in the car?
Yeah, I am anyway. It's the middle of the day - he gets out at 11 - so I didn't know if you'd be able to come or not?
Friday is indeed VERY soon--which is lovely. :)
Yeah, after Sunday I should be off Fri, Sat, Sun. Although I ought to try and get down to see Mum again probably one of those days.
All right. The offer to come along still stands, just so you know. Friday should be fun. Maybe we can all get lunch on the way back.
Thanks. Might take you up on it. I don't know. I don't know if I'll go yet. Might leave it another week.
Friday does sound good.
...since when did my life involve promising not to kiss John until I'd done my practice on the guitar??
(I may have lied...don't tell Sherlock. Have already sneaked a peck on the cheek!)
And this one definitely wasn't my fault. Is that how you got him to go to sleep?
this is your fault though - Sherlock! He's distracting me with the internet! :)
I did have to promise before he'd even entertain the idea of going to sleep, yes.
I don't need the internet to distract you. It's merely convenient.
Get to it then! I'll sit here and listen in as non-distracting a manner as I can manage.
you're always distracting.
Now you're just trying to get me to kiss you...
..no more than usual ;)
Then I won't...any more than usual.
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