My better half. My husband to be. My partner. My boyfriend. He's a God. He really is.
Last night he made me get dressed up (well...okay, made me not wear my scruffy shorts and flip-flops), got me on the back of his bike, and took me off 'for dinner'. Except, when we got there, he produced a bag...and we weren't just having dinner, we were having a night away!
(I explained to Daniel. Showed him a picture of John. He obviously understood. I think I need to get M to send him somewhere far away for a bit... didn't like the look in his eye ;) )
We went up to our room to get out of our bike gear, and freshen up a bit, then headed downstairs.
The food was glorious. I went all out with seafood. Then, after dessert, we sat outside and had drinks as the sun set on a blazing hot London.
This morning we had a lazy morning in bed, a big breakfast, and then did a few things until we tracked the boys down :)
They'd had a good morning together - minimal bickering, both getting to do/see things they wanted to.
I've had to make a few brief calls for work. Basically, one of my officers discovered, a short way into an investigation, that the victim, her husband and their kids were known to her. From her own kids school - her daughter is in a class with the son of the family. Due to come to her daughter's birthday party in a few weeks. And now...now the Dad has hacked the mother to death in front of the kids. How do you begin to make sense of that as an adult, let alone a 7 year old? As my officer said 'At the weekend I was telling her not to be scared of werewolves. Now I'm telling her not to be scared of Daddies.'
I've interviewed a lot of kids who've seen terrible things, over the years. Always difficult. You don't want to make them relive it, but sometimes they're the only witnesses you have. And now...with our boys. It's just... You just never want to imagine that situation, ever.
Anyway, happier things! The wedding, as John said, is this month. We are...largely organised. Venue, date, each other, clothing, food, people, more people, people with things to do...music, dancing, first night together...all sorted!
I don't know where are rings are. I know where they were, but I'm hoping someone else knows where they are now! Mycroft, you got them? You will, afterall, have them on the day. (And I can't think of anyone I would rather have in charge of them.)
Murray, when are you free?
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'At the weekend I was telling her not to be scared of werewolves. Now I'm telling her not to be scared of Daddies.'
That's just heartbreaking.
Isn't it? There are times I get home and you and the boys are all involved in something and I just want to melt into the wallpaper and watch you and soak it all up because what I've seen that day just makes the thought of losing moments like that so much more real. I can't really find the right words to explain myself. It's just...sometimes things are far, far too close for comfort.
Yeah. I think I know exactly what you mean.
Sorry, not a very uplifting post after a lovely day.
Sherlock is begging to go to the butterfly house at the weekend. Shall we?
We shall. We shall also make sure he knows that he can't take any of them home with him. Or bring along any to leave there.
Metaphorically speaking, I am always free, mate. More practically, how's early next week for you? Or basically whenever, honestly. I don't have a proper job yet.
I've been waiting all my life to have a proper job :)
Early next week is...probably fine. I'll have to let you know once I'm back. Maybe Tuesday? Have to ask the Nanny when I'm allowed the night out ;)
I suppose, if you must… Murray, don't get him in any trouble!
who, me???
If you keep me out too late John will worry I'll turn into a pumpkin.
And you'd have to ask Murray if I must :)
Still, if he's your best man, I suppose I better check out what 'best' means to you... see if I live up to it.
I like you as you are! Don't go growing a peculiar beard or joining the army or doing whatever shady job he might or might not be doing for Mrs. H.
I promise no peculiar beards. Just stubble. And he can't tell me about his possible-maybe-not-real job, or he'll self destruct within 5 seconds.
I might set him up with Daniel. Then either they can set up Mrs H and M, or they can discover they are one and the same. Either way, win win.
Murray has a peculiar beard?
Nameless - well, I just hope John wasn't implying Mrs H was Murray's peculiar beard... ;)
He's a braver man than I* if he's prepared to describe Mrs H as peculiar.
*Not that I'm a bloke... oh, you know what I mean
We do, Nameless, we do.
I can't sleep. Guitar is calling me, now staring at the ceiling hasn't helped.
Daniel?
Anon: Daniel is Daniel Craig. Continuing from the comments from John's blog yesterday ...
Sorry, Anon, long running joke that, essentially, John and Daniel Craig (as Bond) are largely interchangeable - both rather gorgeous and potentially very scary, if you're the baddy...
The more I try to explain the more ridiculous it sounds :)
We are in a butterfly wonderland. Sherlock is under close watch.
At one point, there were three in his hair…
Mycroft, being calm and serene, also gets lots of butterflies, which Sherlock states 'isn't fair'...despite darting about like a maniac, which he's been repeatedly told, won't attract butterflies.
John had one on his shoulder - like a tiny pirate's mate :)
It was great and you had to be careful because you might tread on one or squash one if you didn't know it had landed on you and there were millions and all different sorts and next year John and Lestrade said I could have more of my own but I can't have the tropical ones just ones that we can set free because otherwise they'd just die.
I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it so much, Sherlock, it does sound like a very special place :-) I take it everyone else had a good day too?
L - do I understand you to mean that John is like a tiny pirate?
SH - yes, sorry, was there some confusion? ;)
Oh, that does sound like a lovely day! It's wonderful that you were so careful, Sherlock--and it's also very responsible of you to not have tropical butterflies next year. Butterflies are so fascinating!
(Ha, L!)
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