Last night we got to the hotel late. The address was 'Pity Me'...it wasn't wrong.
Sherlock was unimpressed by the place. No fun things at all.
He'd been really good - mainly - on the journey up, even though it was a long time to sit on a train for. He was asleep when we got to the hotel, but woke up enough to get his pyjamas on, protest about brushing his teeth, and get into bed.
I'm not sure exactly what time it was - not that long after I'd gone to bed, so probably around 2 ish - he climbed into bed with me instead, because his bed 'smelt funny'.
At that point I really didn't care what happened as long as we were both asleep.
In the morning he explored the hotel more, declared it 'boring', and started making the entire world toast for breakfast. Was stopped at the point he'd toasted several items which shouldn't be toasted, and was about to toast our electronic room key. He was grumpy about that. He was also grumpy because he really hadn't had enough sleep.
Still, I had to get to the prison, and the very kind security man who'd come with us looked after Sherlock for a while.
The prison was...well, prison-like. The interview was fairly predictable. He didn't particularly want to talk to me - but nor did he want to go back to his cell, so it was a long and tedious battle of wills. I've no idea if he'll be charged with these new offences, given he's already inside for a long stretch. I hope so, but it's not my choice.
Finally got out and went to find Sherlock and the security (it sounds rude, sorry, but we're not supposed to give out their names.) They had bought flowers, and had coffee, and were mooching around town.
Sherlock and I began the long journey home, leaving security guy to go and see his Mum (hence his wish to come on the trip - free train journey up there). Not very far into the journey Sherlock discovered it was snowing heavily in London and had a total meltdown. Eventually he hid under my suit jacket, all curled up on the seat, and mutinously ate mini creme eggs. (It's possible.) And hated...well, everything. I think he was just tired and cranky, and a bit bored, really.
It was lovely to have him along for the trip though, and I'm glad he wanted to come.
Once we got home (via the Yard) we were greeted with Murray, who is going to stay with us for ... some amount of time. Keeping John out of - or getting him into - trouble. Sherlock is very taken with Murray, because he's full of stories about John, and swears a lot. And now apologises for swearing after he does it, so even when Sherlock hadn't noticed, he then does...
Have a hamster eating a cream cracker whole:
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That hamster made me literally laugh out loud.
mutinously ate mini creme eggs
So did this...sorry, Sherlock.
It was the way this arm would reach out, with a grabby hand, for me to place a creme egg into. And shortly after to eject the foil wrapper. And just every now and then an edge of jacket would pop up and a glinting eye peer out from beneath scowly eyebrow, to check I was paying the correct amount of attention to the fact there was an epic sulk going on under there.
Ha. I'm glad he cheered up a bit when he got home.
I'm working on the swearing, honest! Bet Johnny was just as bad.
And uh...hey, thanks for letting me stay here, Greg. And feeding me and all. I know it must've been kind of a surprise when I showed up.
It's fine, don't worry. And we have you to thank for Sherlock cheering up, given the snow didn't stick.
I'll try to remember you're here in the morning and not let Sherlock leap on you.
Don't worry about it, I'll probably be up.
Up and ready for continuing interrogation-by-Sherlock? He'll also try and ply you with food, so he can tell me I 'have to make pancakes/french toast/banana fritters, Murray wants some!'
Unlike certain hopeless cases around here, I can actually cook. ;) A few things at least. Maybe I can keep him occupied with pancakes for a while so you two can have a lie in.
Pancakes will keep him occupied until London has run out of the vital ingredients. That hamster has nothing on Sherlock.
It's very kind of you, but honestly, I'll probably be up to. And you're a guest.
You can be the one up early when I'm on nights.
Ha, all right.
And with that, given I've barely slept the last two nights, I'm going to turn in.
Don't leave your beer on the floor if you don't finish it - the dogs'll drink it. Try not to leave John on the floor if he keeps drinking, the dogs might eat him ;)
I'll try to be quiet when I come to bed. Love you.
Love you too. And I'm sure Mycroft wouldn't let the dogs eat you really.
90% sure...
I didn't jump on Murray but we are having french toast because it's the best and Murray and John were asleep on the sofa together and I didn't wake them but they woke up anyway because the dogs licked Murray's feet.
You were very good, Sherlock. Very restrained.
What a good boy you are Sherlock :-) are you having to practice using your whisper voice this morning or are their heads not too tender from their evening?
Have a fun day and enjoy looking at the allotment if today's the day :-)
They don't seem too bad. Yawning widely, not wincing too much.
There was a lot more talking than drinking.
I'm glad the two of you have each other to talk to.
We've just...got a lot to catch up on. That's all.
I know. He's even offered to cook for you and the boys tonight, and I 'm sure you'll still have loads to catch up on.
Yeah... You okay?
I'm fine.
Do you want to see the allotment today? It's probably not that exciting for Murray, if you'd rather do it another time. I just could probably do with more sleep before work, so if we go, soon would be good.
Yeah, all right. That'd be nice.
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