So this was our surprise for the good Doc - me playing the guitar and singing, Sherlock dancing and SHOUTING the chorus:
John looked slightly overwhelmed, and gave us a standing ovation as Sherlock bowed. A lot. And shouted 'Encore', to himself...
Today was manic. I had to get out and see a witness and then the family of a victim, which meant I was very late back to town and had to pick Sherlock up in my car. He's generally not overly impressed by my car from work, but today, because it meant he had the chance to show off, he was explaining to everyone that although it looks 'ordinary' there are hidden lights and a siren, and then he was sitting in the driving seat, having guests in the passenger seat, showing them which buttons to press.
He was very good, he didn't touch the radio, he was (mainly) polite to people, and he was excited about going back to the Yard with me.
I'd got my team to cover all the 'sensitive' information, and photos of burned and battered bodies, much to his annoyance. And he got really really cross when I told him to sit very very still in my office chair and if he could sit still until the motion-sensor lights turned off, he'd get extra pancakes...
Well, after a certain amount of time he twigged that they were just normal lights, and the switch is outside my door...he was Not Happy. Still, the ladies in the canteen fed him, doted on him, Sally showed him some crime scene photos that didn't involve bodies, and he forgave me when I told him what dinner was.
Sal also found this, which sums up Sherlock quite well sometimes...
Oh, he'd also held a petition in the school playground this morning, for pancakes at lunchtime. He was very loud about it. I apologised to Mrs N, but she said they were having pancakes anyway, so it was a harmless exercise.
Got home, caused chaos, he's now eating MORE pancakes... I'm doing this, and once he's in bed, I've got paperwork to do.
There is a degu in my guitar. At some point I'll have to get it out.
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What a wonderful day and I mean that with all seriousness. Work and looking after Sherlock carefully fitted together in a way that made everything work. Well done you :-)
I hope you enjoyed all your pancakes as much as Sherlock enjoyed his, we managed to end up with strawberry sauce in the weirdest places but I'm blaming Tiny for that, it was not my fault at all ;-)
Good luck with your paperwork.
You definitely deserved a standing ovation, both of you! (And not just for the surprise. :))
Actually inside your guitar?
The song was perfect. Thank you again. :)
Actually in it. I may just force a bog roll in there too and give the whole thing to the goos at this rate.
Glad you enjoyed it. :)
AnonyBob - weirdest place pancakes are going here is STILL in Sherlock. He is just a stack of pancakes form top to toe by now, surely??
Good luck. Maybe you can use cucumbers as bait.
Will we get a final tally for the day or has he had so many he couldn't possibly count?
For some reason I can't work out I entirely misread your comment John and it made me laugh! I think my brain is broken ;-)
By my reckoning...we're at 15.
I fear this makes me a bad parental figure.
why?
Because a. I'm giving in to him and b. it's not a very balanced diet!
Don't worry, I'll feed him broccoli tomorrow ;)
has he got one in each hand?
You've had a busy day, he's been really good fitting in around everything, its pancake day and you're both having fun. Perfect way to behave on such a day I would say :-)
he's entirely formed of pancakes, AnonyBob, never mind holding them! :)
Danger - attempting to entice it out with all manner of treats.
a totally balanced diet then.
Yeah :)
Glad that arsehole has pleaded guilty at last in Manchester.
Sherlock is doing his teeth. Told him to be careful, as they're probably just flour glued together with egg and milk and sugar now.
Is it working? And don't worry about the pancakes, it's only one day.
I think it's gone to sleep in there. Not sure what to do. I can take all the strings off and reach a bit of the way in, or tip it out. Or just wait...or wait until it chews its way out, which I'm more worried about.
Maybe wait and write a song...
Woke up this mornin'/ My guitar's full of 'goos/ Missing my baby/ I got the blues....
Maybe if you play, it'll come out? I wouldn't think the inside of a guitar being played is the most pleasant place to be.
Sorry, was trying to get the boy wonder settled.
I gently strummed, but I don't want to deafen it or something. It just sat up and chirped at me. Everyone's a critic.
I've put some basil and some sunflower seeds to try and tempt it out, so I'll do paperwork and wait for it to stick it's whiskers out (I hope.)
Also put Argon back in the little carry cage and brought her back down, hoping Mercury will get lonely in her musical prison...
Heh. And of course it's Mercury in there, causing trouble.
I hope your paperwork is nearly done Greg and that Mercury vacates your guitar in time for you to play a little before bed :-)
Good luck with sleep both of you you're nearly on the homeward side now :-)
She's out!
Ah, friendship wins out over a life of rock 'n' roll glory. :)
No guitar nibbling?
my sound hole is slightly nibbled. It's fine though. She squeezed her way back out and ate some basil as a reward. I put them back in their big cage, Sherlock asked if it was morning...
Oh dear. I hope you got him back to sleep okay.
once I had promised him faithfully that I wasn't really up to go out on a job, yeah. He seemed fairly worn out. Between dancing and eating his own body weight in pancakes he's had a busy day, I guess.
...spoke too soon.
Good luck...
he's back in bed. He wasn't really very awake - just making sure I was really here, I think. He's missing you, too. Although obviously he should be with you on the course, you shouldn't be here with us :)
I've got a bit more to do, then I'll call? Unless you're going to turn in, in which case, call me :)
I'll call you. Trying to stuff all this knowledge into my head has worn me out. I should've eaten more pancakes.
So glad Mercury got out and not too much damage to the guitar. I've a cute story - not about degus, but about guitars - that I think you gentlemen will enjoy. I own a lovely Yamaha classical guitar (my first guitar!) which I got when I was about 12. A few years later I was talking with an acquaintance (well, not really talking, I was more listening in to the conversation) when she said "I have a Yamaha". Not having paid attention to the topic of conversation, I said "Hey, I've got one too". When she asked me how big it was, I said "6 strings; like usual" thinking that she was nuts! Little did I know that she was talking about her motorcycle! Was my face red!
Anyway ... Happy Pancake Day to you all. Sherlock, it sounds like you a fantastic day. Hope the course is going well John, and L. hope you've survived the day!
Good sleeping everyone.
LyricalSinger
LS - my first thought would have been bike too, no matter how many guitars I play. I would have been impressed by your 6 string bike :)
Sherlock is full of energy this morning. Really far too much energy.
Ha, L, it sounds like you've learnt that well-known fact that children leech energy from the adults around them.
Mrs N must have a force field, putting up with thirty little leeches ever day.
Mrs N knows she gets to go home at the end of the day which makes it easier to cope :-)
Even if she has one or two children at home it still feels like a rest when she goes home whereas parents who work all day, not in a classroom, and then go home to their energy leeching kids don't get to experience the relief of it 'just' being one child now ;-)
good luck with your day :-)
He was being very sweet. Energetically describing our date tomorrow and moaning that I don't have a favourite food.
I'd forgotten he was taking you on a date, how special for you both :-)
My eldest has a 'date' or her school valentines disco, I'm not sure I'm old enough to have kids who are going on dates!!
Is today less mad? I hope you're out of there when you want to be (even though you will no doubt have a lot of stuff to take home with you)
Not having a favorite food does make it harder to plan the perfect date!
(That is very sweet. :))
Sherlock 'bought' me cake. He considers buying to be asking for and carrying to the table. I still have to do the paying part. He did this so we could have a 'serious talk' about our date. Who is picking up whom? Should he buy flowers? Am I going to wear a suit?
If I pass the interview I presume I am date- worthy.
All very important questions... Are you going to wear a suit?
Do you really not have a favourite food?
Probably not a suit, smart trousers and a shirt
And no, I don't really have a favourite food. I mean, I like most things, and there are quite a few things I like a lot.
How was your day? It just started snowing here. Sherlock is gleeful.
Good, but long. I feel hunched over and like my pen may be permanently attached to my hand. Going to take a walk I think. What are you two having for dinner?
We're having pasta with a very blue cheesy sauce and garlic dough balls. You?
Sounds delicious. No idea yet what I'm eating. Maybe I'll wander until I find something that looks promising.
Can Sherlock call? He wants to tell you about his picture of a comet he did.
Of course! I'd love to hear about it.
Brilliant if he talks to you he might stop eating cheese and leave some for dinner.
Your optimism is touching. :) I'll do my best to distract him from cheese.
I made it with powder paint and talcum powder and chalk and it was fun and we had to be REALLY careful and then Mrs N and a helper covered them in plastic to make the stuff stick and I want to do another one.
That sounds like fun Sherlock :-) will you get to do another one?
rats, the video no longer works. :( Ah well, what I get for being so late to the party.
S
S - here you go. Different video, same song ;)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQdaSpEeBvQ
thanks! gosh, I haven't heard that in years. Perfect, and it's a hot summer night tonight (here, now) too. :)
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