I admit, riding was fun, Even if I'm a bit sore today.
My horse was Dante, John's was Noddy (although it had big ears...), Mycroft's was Golly and Sherlock's was Flixy. They were all very well behaved and we had a gentle long walk around the woodland. Dmittedly Sherlock's did keep stopping to try and eat, but like Mycroft said, you'd think Sherlock would sympathise.
Generally we've had an amazing time, it's fun just being together and exploring places and spending our time relaxing. Few odd looks from other campsite residents, but who cares.
We're heading back home tomorrow. I've got two days of work before conference. Catching up and then ready to leave again.
Tonight and tomorrow is meant to be rain rain rain. The clouds are very dark grey.
I'm fighting a migraine... popping pills. I don't want to feel like shit in a tent!
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We can always leave early if it gets worse.
It's migraine day Greg, I've been fighting one off all day although it seems to be clearing now that the heavens have opened and its tipping down not that that is a good solution when you're sleeping under canvas!
I'm so very glad you're all having a great time together, your lives always seem so busy so a few days out of routine must be good for everyone :-)
I just won't want to get out of the tent. Rather be in here, cuddled up to you than fighting a wet tent in heavy rain ;)
I hope you can avert a full-blown migraine, L, that's never fun. (And I hope yours doesn't come bach, panda.)
I'm...mm. Headache isn't too bad with painkillers. But I feel dead sick. And...a tent isn't the best place for that, either.
I can rub your head if you like. Although that won't do much for your stomach.
I'm never going to say no to you rubbing my hair.
good luck with sleeping when you don't feel great Greg.
ta. Might go and have a little walk.
Blurgh. Hope you feel better, L.
Ella
I hope you feel better soon!
I'm going to be flying out to a wedding tomorrow, and back on Sunday, so I'll wish you all well till I get home again. No point in taking a computer, it'd just slow me down.
How's the weather your way? I woke up to rain this morning, but then I live in the wetter half of the country.
Hope you're feeling better this morning L and that you manage to pack up in the dry.
It's... Wet.
We're packing up and moving out, despite Sherlock's protests that we should stay forever.
Feeling...perhaps a little better. Drugged!
I've made a lovely cake for you boys when you get home. I know Sherlock will be hungry after the journey.
cake sounds like a lovely treat to return home to :-) you really are very good to those boys Martha :-)
I hope you had a good trip guys :-)
I hope you feel better, L.
But it was a great trip, wasn't it, Sherlock?
Yay, cake! What a wonderful welcome home, Martha!
Mrs H, youre an angel sent down to watch over us. And feed us.
I'm... Going to be a shit boyfriend and, having left John to do all the driving, now going to leave him to do the unpacking and child wrangling while I become closely aquainted with a toilet and a proper bed.
...one of the dogs just got into bed with me. I think camping has confused them!
They think slobbering on you is comforting.
I'm sorry you're still struggling with feeling ill Greg.
Good luck with sorting everything John, always the worst bit I find!
If slobber =comfort then the hound has comforted your pillow well. And left some bits of dog biscuit for you. Like in a posh hotel, when you get a chocolate on your pillow... Sort of.
Hey, biscuits aren't bad. Be happy the dogs weren't eating slugs. My pooch got into a pack of them (what's a group of slugs? A squish?) the other day and had a layer of slime on her muzzle that took 15 minutes of scrubbing and combing to get out. *shudder* Dog are gross sometimes, gah.
I am extremely happy they weren't eating slugs!
A slime of slugs? A mucous? A stickiness?
A squelch, an ooze?
I used to have the book "An Exaltation of Larks" around here somewhere, but I can't find it now. (I don't recall if it mentioned slugs. But isn't exaltation for a group of larks wonderful?)
Closest I can find is that a group of snails is called a 'walk' of snails.
Exaltation of larks is marvelous.
When I'm ill, my greyhound gets on the bed with me.
I am feeling a lot better.
It was the way the dog heaved itself up, looked at me, then flopped down with a massive sigh to chew on...whatever it was eating. Like it was disappointed in me for choosing to suddenly sleep on this ridiculous bit of furniture, instead of the floor, like we have for the last week.
And just when he though he had you all trained, too! :D
exactly.
It was like having a bigger, hairier, smellier John in bed with me.
(Although during camping...the dog was just bigger ;) )
(And how big a glare did that rate? ;))
To be fair, the dogs bathed more often than any of us did while we were camping...
This is true.
God, I should shave. I hate shaving in the morning.
If I just lie here and don't move, you want to shave me, Danger? :)
It would certainly be a new experience...
I'm just being silly. you must be knackere.
I know. I'd give it a shot if you really wanted me to though. Definitely wouldn't promise to be good at it. Weird angle. You might end up all patchy. A checkerboard of facial hair.
I'll save that experience up for when I really need it.
I shall drag myself off to tidy up before work now. You wait, when I step out the bathroom, I'll be a DI again, not some sort of ...I was going to say camp survivalist... but that doesn't sound right. I'm hardly ever camp...
Sasquatchesque.
bless you.
ha
i know you're marrying me for my sparkling wit.
and your sasquatchesque countenance. Better hurry or I'm going to be asleep before you're done.
i can't hurry with a razor! I'm in no fit state!
Hey, you know Bruce Willis...I don't think he'll ever stop making cop-action movies...
(it's all about timing, right?...) heh...
Mmhm...
Ah! Thought you'd fallen asleep as I perform my miracle transformation...
Anyway, yes, reckon he'll never stop because...you know what they say about old habits!
(...it probably wasn't worth the wait. But the look on your face of fond pity for my jokes will be.)
i love you
I love you too.
Come and have coffee tomorrow afternoon? I can't face work all day going cold turkey from you lot :(
yeah, definitely. but now sleeeeep.
I hope you got enough sleep to make work sort of tolerable Greg and that the boys are helping you get sorted out from your trip John :-)
I thought I answered this earlier... Obviously not!
Yeah, okay, just about enough sleep! Trying to catch up with everyone and clear my inbox and write my presentation!
I'm glad you got some sleep :-) good luck getting through everything.
Thanks! More and more stuff piling up, I swear! Time to go back on holiday I think. :)
Just got a message I have to go and see internal security. Hoping that by some miracle of forward planning they're changing the swipe security when I'm gone and want to change my card early... but that would be ridiculous, when I could be stood outside in the rain trying to get in with a duff card when I get back ;) so probably something ridiculous, like 'suspicious evidence container'...lots of evidence is, in fact, suspicious...hence it being evidence...
Don't worry, Lestrade. If you get lost in the mountain of paperwork, I'm sure Doc would send the dogs to rescue you. Like St Bernards, but with coffee in the barrels, not brandy.
I wouldn't mind handing certain people dog-slobber-covered paperwork.
They can chew my computer wires too, if they want :)
Coffee with brandy in it, I think. Speaking of which, do You want to get some soon? Probably without Brandy. But maybe with a sandwich.
The 21st century version of "My dog ate my homework"? Might work, but is it worth the price of annoying your IT guys? There are lots of ways for them to get revenge.
Yeah, be great, Danger. Even without the brandy :)
You nearby? Has the allotment survived?
To be honest, it looks better than when we left. I think Reg and Mrs Hudson must've spent a fair amount time there.
Ha! Wouldn't surprise me...
you...haven't sent me a package, to the Yard, have you?
No...
security said it's a suspicious package. Just on way to see them. They'll open it for me, check it hasn't got anthrax in it or anything :)
Well...good. And I hope it's not. Either anthrax or suspicious.
could be anything - possibly some sort of thank you from families or...well, anything.
They're used to dealing with every sort of random item that could be sent to a police station.
fat brown envelope...addressed to 'policeman Gregory Lestrade, Scotland Yard, London'....I can see why they were suspicious!!
Hmm...
its...money. 2000 euros. and a note.
You near?
Yeah. You want me to come?
yeah, please. the boys with you?
Yes. Is this something about them?
No...it's from my Dad.
We'll be there soon, about five minutes. Are you...all right? That's probably a stupid question.
I...don't know what I am.
That's completely understandable.
a thousand euros richer...i guess.
We're outside. Come and let me hug you.
Bloody hell.
on way.
right. i should go and do some work. or, you know, just stare at my computer.
No you should come and have ice cream with us.
ha, well, depends who you ask , I guess. Pretty sure the Met and the taxpayers think I should work for my wage.
You OK, Lestrade?
well..not exactly being very productive.
I don't know. I don't know what to think. Or do. I mean, not that I can do much.
This isn't a situation I'd ever imagined.
Hell Greg that's whatever the word is!
Hope time passes as quick as possible until you can go home.
Thanks. Seems to be going incredibly slowly.
Feel like my thoughts have short circuited a bit. like I'm having so many I'm not having any.
Works out at about 38p pocket money a week.
I could come and help you do your work and decide if some of it was too boring and you just should come home instead.
John is frowning lots. We're going to make you biscuits.
Thought fog is just the worst thing :-(
Biscuits sound like a lovely idea Sherlock :-)
You'd probably think quite a lot was boring. But it still has to be done.
Give John a hug. Tell him I'm ok. And thanks for the biscuits.
They're going to be purple. Hope you don't mind. Love you.
Purple will be lovely.
Sorry for..dumping that on you. I don't know what I'm thinking, so I've no idea what you are.
Just...mostly hoping you're all right, suppose. Wishing there was something I could do. Trying to work out if I need to be angry with your father or not. Not that it'll do any good either way.
They also have glitter.
Damn, that's a bit of a shock. I hope you're doing all right, L, and you and the boys can have a good evening together.
you can be angry with him if you want. but...I'm not sure where you'll direct that.
glittery purple biscuits sound amazing.
Has Sherlock already spent the money many many times over? I don't know what to do with it. I imagine it'll sit in me desk drawer for a long time.
He wants a lab. And a giant rabbit. And s trip to Brazil...
i can't say I'm surprised.
should I...spend it? On you lot? Or..I dunno.
I think maybe you should wait until you know more how you feel about it?
yeah.
I'm n the way home.
Can do courgette fritters and sausages and veg?
Sounds perfect. Mycroft says he'll help.
I'll help too I'll grate a courgette and Mycroft is making the mixture.
I'm glad you're on your way home Greg :-) have as good an evening with your boys as you can :-)
Home sounds like the perfect thing for you, Lestrade. Though I'm a bit iffy on zucchini, er... "courgette" fritters.
They're really nice you should come and try some.
Thanks for the invitation, Sherlock. If you'd only asked me a couple of weeks ago when I was still in London. How many different kinds of fritters have you had, and which are your favorite/least favorite? What kind of biscuits did you make?
I like sweetcorn and courgette and banana and pineapple.
Thanks Anony, DW. I'm...I don't know. Currently prone to nervous laugher and staring into space.
I'm not surprised. It must have been a complete shock. Did the note give any indication of why your father had sent the money, or just identify him as the sender?
You made really bad fritters too not like usual. They tasted nice but normally they're neat and these were really messy.
Yeah, sorry Sherlock, they were a bit of a disaster.
SH - it said...he knew I was getting married. He knew I had two kids. The money was half for me, half for Nicky. To spend on our families.
I think nervous laughter is about the only appropriate response to that Greg!
I guess it means you don't have to make the decision to make first contact which saves one lot of thinking but its only replaced by another lot of stuff to think about isn't it? :-(
Whether Fitters can illustrate the state of someone's mind might be an interesting experiment for you Sherlock :-)
AnonyBob - well...sort of. There's no return address. I assume he doesn't...you know, want anything to do with us, still.
or maybe he was scared you wouldn't want to hear from him and he didn't want you to be able to send it back? there are lots of possibilities for what he was thinking I guess and that doesn't help you I know.
Wow, Lestrade. That's...quite the firehose you've got there. Have you talked to Nicky yet?
I can understand why you're feeling bemused, Lestrade. On the one hand, it's a good sum of money to spend on your family, and it is, on the face of it, a lovely gesture with your wedding coming up.
OTOH, well, without wishing to be harsh (although god knows why not, given his history), that's what it is, isn't it? A gesture? Not any kind of real, meaningful contact. Not an apology. Not an explanation.
Sorry, I'm being intrusive and judgemental. At the very least, it's unexpected money, and I think unexpected money should be spent on treats whenever it's possible/practical.
How are the purple glittery biscuits?
DW - sorry, I don't think I understand the firehose? And yes. She told me to send the money back.
Nameless - in my more charitable moments it's a nice gesture. In my angry ones it's him trying to buy himself a clearer conscience.
From the expression "drinking from a firehose," meaning trying to take in a lot of information at once.
I hope you get decent sleep tonight--things usually look different in the morning.
Ah, sorry, I thought you meant I was being a bit gloomy about it all or something. I understand now.
And it was lucky you didn't come round for fritters. You'd have left thinking John and the boys were deranged, telling people I can cook!
I hope you enjoyed London.
Lestrade, my dad lives in Florida, and I live in Washington state. He chose to live about as far away from his kids as was possible and still remain in the same country. Whenever I see him, he buys me things. He even gave me the money to buy my car.
In the end, I look at it this way: he made his decision, and he's no longer a big part of my life. I accept his gifts, because I know they make him feel like he's atoning, and I feel more sorry for him then anything else. I love him, and I always will, but it's my choice to do so. My brother has chosen to not have anything to do with him, and that's his choice.
I guess I'm just saying, there's no right or wrong way to feel about it. I choose pity, because in the end, that's what makes me feel better. I hope that you can come to some peace over his package.
Sorry if this wasn't wanted, I just wanted to let you know you aren't alone.
Not being able to see you (but knowing what I know from what you and Doc share), I imagine you're taking it as well as anyone could be expected. If you feel gloomy, then gloomy is what you feel, and no one should get to have anything say about that. Same with angry, bitter, disappointed, pleased, ill, disgusted, or anything else your heart and your gut decide to do with it.
Pip - Thanks. I think...I hate that i Had no choice in it all. And I want to know where the money's come from.
DW - think I've been through all those, yeah :)
Yikes. Yeah, I'd be feeling allll those feelings too.
If sleeping on it will help, I hope you get plenty of sleep. And if just letting it be for a while until it feels less raw will help, hope you can do that. I don't always manage to leave things like this alone, but sometimes a good distraction and then some sleep helps me. I'm sure John can provide good distractions if called upon?
Those fritters sound really good, but I like courgettes to begin with.
AftSO
First, something easy...DW!!! Good to see you! And also happy birthday--it's still your birthday here, for another few hours, so it's not belated yet. :) I hope you were able to celebrate properly!
L...that's a lot to have dumped on you out of the blue. There's this--since he sent a gift, instead of showing up himself, you can take whatever time you need to feel what you feel and decide what to decide. And money is impersonal enough that you have options other than "keep" or "discard."
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