There is also a degu cleaning itself as close to my keyboard as I allow it. It is obsessed with sitting just where I'm trying to type and stuffing it's shed fur into my keys, I think. As we need more fur around, now the dogs are gone. It also tries to steal my Smarties. I think that would kill it, so it's failing.
Had a nice day today, although the weather's been a bit crap.
Just nice spending time in the flat, sometimes.
And one day off now means...oh yes, two days off in the week!!
For those of you who didn't spot the answer to the paperwork question - 11 forms, plus prepping interviews for transcribing, doing interviews, doing disclosure, charging, fingerprinting, etc. ... paperwork takes 4-6 hours (I can do it faster these days!) and the rest takes a good 5 hours...
Here's a pic of the GLORY that is a mushy pea fritter and chips. All smothered in vinegar and salt, with ketchup on the side. Look at the lovely gorgeous fresh green tones. And then ponder why on earth John doesn't like them. Delicious.
John is reading a book. He's slid so far down into the sofa I can only see one foot. Maybe the sofa's turned sentient and has eaten him. I wouldn't be surprised. It's probably in league with the wallpaper.
There's some reality TV programme about Harrow going to start soon. We asked Mycroft about it. The reaction was such that we won't be asked again!
Sherlock is still trying to prod the dough. I might go and prod Danger....
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All that paperwork for each arrest seems crazy but I guess everything has to be done in a certain way to ensure that it works as evidence when its needed.
I'm glad you've had a good day just being in the flat, being comfy and relaxed at home is a very important thing.
Good luck with keeping your dough safe ;-)
he prodded me in the stomach. suddenly.
not fair
You tickled my feet the other night! Justice.
You deserved that for the word thing! I did nothing to earn this.
Sherlock, have you decided where you want to go for your birthday? (Not the dream where you'd like to go, but the we can get there for a weekend where you want to go, I mean! :)) Or us it going to be a surprise? (Surprises are so fun...)
Nothing I can say about why you deserve to be prodded will come out sounding remotely good and wholesome. It will all seem dirty and smutty.
The one reason I do like the weather getting colder and your jumpers coming out of hibernation is the joy of stuffing my hands up them :)
...be right back, rolls smell cooked.
Inspired by your chips'n'peas discussion, here's what I had for lunch in Ullapool today.. The cheese was sold separately as "pot of cheese", which made me curious, so I asked and was told, "it's exactly what it says. A pot of cheese. For putting on your chips." Far be it for me to argue with a Scottish chippy. (Was quite yum, actually, and they earned their 'award-winning chippery' sign.)
Ps: the peas were good. Peas are ALWAYS good.
L - and you're letting that stop you??
Ro - cheese on chips: I approve.
I can't just let everyone know my husband lies around the flat looking in need of a good prodding! A queue will form at our door.
Cheesy chips are good. Except for that feeling of your arteries solidifying as you sit there, eating...
And you'd have to arrest them for disturbing the peace or something, and then I'd never see you again for all the paperwork...
Exactly. See? Terrible idea. So stop looking so proddable.
Ha, I'll work on it.
Sherlock has decided he's not going to bed early for his birthday ;)
We're not sure where we'll go yet. He's come out with the usual outlandish suggestions, nothing, yet, that's probably possible.
As I ate it, I told myself, "Protein and vegetables: nothing wrong with that!" It's best not to think about these things...
Well, so far you've come up with awesome birthday trips for him, I'm sure you'll do it again! :)
(Melty cheese is yummy. Yes.)
Danger - when will you start trying?
Tomorrow at the absolute soonest...
That fritter looks amazing! I miss London so much, with all the good places to eat and visit.
It sounds like you all had a great, relaxing day. I hope the week is a good!
Hmm.
Piplover - thank you. Tell the heathen here that that is one amazing fritter :)
Danger - at risk of being very boring, I think I need to take drugs and go to bed.
Headache?
Mmm. Been willing it away since this afternoon.
It's not really working.
I might have to go and have my head looked at, so to speak... that osteopath I went to reckoned they could do heads. Worth a try?
Yeah, definitely. Meanwhile, drugs and bed and I can rub your head?
Lovely.
You can pull my hair, now I've got enough of it again ;)
Feel better, L.
You have a good night, too, John.
I'm lots better. The sun is shining.
That's good to hear! (Both parts. :))
Glad to hear it L. Wishing you all a good week - guys, Sherlock, Mycroft and the rest of you out there.
Glad to hear your head is better, Greg, hope work is ok today.
Hope your shoulder is better after Greg's ministrations, John. What day are you FME-ing this week.
Bit of a weird day yesterday. Took my eldest to Uni for the first time. She's 20 minutes from the centre of London so she'll have access to everything and it will be brilliant, but it just felt awful coming away and leaving her there. I'm sure you both feel the same every time you have to leave Mycroft behind. I'm sure it'll be fine.
Anyway, I hope everyone has a great day. :)
She'll be fine Joolz, as will you. I found that Facebook was great for seeing what my daughter was doing - after the event ;)
Mine has just posted her last essay and been signed ff for her final placement and is now a fully qualified child nurse. Doesn't seem like three years this week since she started.
I'm glad you're feeling better Greg I hope you stay that way and that the weather behaves itself today :-)
I'm sure your daughter will be find joolz and you'll get used to her being away soon although my mum still doesn't seem to have come to terms with it properly and its 13 year tomorrow since I left home for uni ;-)
Turning a bit wet now..glorious sun, then torrential showers. Still take it over constant grey though!!
Am I allowed to order up an FME for personal use?
Well, since it's personal FME you're calling for, I should think yes... ;)
Will you take one with an overexcited Sherlock?
Of course. What's he overexcited about?
They're doing another play at school. They haven't picked which one yet, but so far he wants to play all the parts available...
YAY! Theater! Well, that's well worth excitement. :)
Excited about unknown parts in an unknown play? Sounds like our kid :)
But it's a PLAY! Even doing something like scenery or lighting is exciting for a play! (Not that I think Sherlock will end up as a support person. :))
Things to be excited about at school are the best :-D
I hope he lets you know what costumes he needs and everything else he's volunteered you for more than 24 hours before the performance ;-)
kids moving out is something you never quite fully adjust to. Mine moved out this summer, and while I can certainly make use of the extra room, I do miss her. But, as my dad used to say, the goal of successful child-rearing is to make the little blighters go away. He said this in all affection, of course, meaning that if they are still living at home when they are 35 you've failed as a parent. Although in the current economy, maybe not! At least mine isn't far away and we see each other about once a week, which is nice.
Is the new play another world-premier original? Those are the best!
S
I love that you call him your kid, lestrade. :) I mean, on one level it seems the most natural thing in the world for you to call him that, but on another really amazing.
Has Sherlock been to many professionally produced plays? Like in the West End or whatever? Sounds like a possible birthday option. Drama followed by ice cream.
Ella
RR - that was my point. He needs no further information - he's already excited.
Ella - he hasn't, no. We'll have to see if something's on that takes his fancy.
I get pretty excited about plays myself, as you can see. :)
Trying to explain Letraset to Sherlock.
He doesn't get it.
Oh, I remember those! (Also semi-digital typesetting machines, those were big ole' monsters!)
Sherlock, it was a way to have real fonts (and other typographical niceties) before computers.
(When computers started having nice fonts and printers that could print them--remember daisywheel printers?--the company digitized their typefaces--I have a number of those.)
Thanks everyone, it's very kind of you. I know she'll be ok once she's made a few friends and settled in a bit and I'm sure I will too - eventually! :)
Congratulations to your daughter, Small Hobbit, that's brilliant for her.:)
My mum was feeling weird about my daughter going away as much as me, Anonybob, so I don't think the 'mum' thing ever changes :)
My mum and dad tried that with my brother, S, but then he moved back! ;) You're lucky to be living so close, we're about 3 hours away so it's not quite so easy to just pop in, but I'm sure we'll manage. :)
How exciting for Sherlock to have another play. I wonder what weird and wonderful things he'll have you both creating for this one. :)
It is odd when we leave Mycroft at school. But...I suppose we're a bit used to it now. And it isn't ever for too long. It'll be very strange when Sherlock's at big school and Mycroft's at University.
I hope your daughter enjoys London.
RR- he cannot imagine a world before computers.
Thanks, Greg. I'm sure she'll love it. We've been driving down about once a month to see a show as we also love plays (though obviously not quite as much as Sherlock) ;) so it'll be nice that next time I can meet her there instead.
Yes it will be weird for you when both boys are away so much. I can't say I'm impressed with this growing up lark - who's idea was that anyway! :)
Idiot! I mean 'whose' obviously (sorry Mycroft!)
:D
My dad was recruited as a programmer before there was such a thing as computer science as a subject in school--I remember visiting him at his office, with all the closet sized tape machines and desk-sized dot matrix printers--oh, and punch cards! It was all very impressive and noisy--and we have more computing power in our phones now than they had available in their supercomputers.
RR, heh, my Dad worked at the computer lab in Cambridge right out of college, back when "debugging" literally meant removing insect corpses from the machinery. We grew up with piles of coloring paper that came out of the printer, big connected sheets with green and white stripes across them, and printed out lines of code that were inscrutable to us. Going through Mom's stuff, we have come across some relics! Dad often marveled at the programmable calculator he could carry around in a little belt pouch, that did ten or a hundred times as much stuff as the Mark (4?) that took up a couple rooms. I wouldn't be surprised if our dads knew each other, it was a really small world back then.
S
S, they probably did! I totally remember that green and white paper, we had piles for drawing (on the backs, of course). My dad worked for Control Data, writing operating systems for the Cray machines, and yeah, debugging--they did used to find them!
When I brought home my first desktop, my dad looked at it the way someone who breeds Great Danes looks at a chihuahua. :D
right, I'm off for another early night.
Anyone would think I'm getting old or something.
sleep well Greg :-)
My mom recently told a story about getting a data entry job back in the early 50s that involved putting the punches in the punch cards. My sister and I weren't sure if she was pulling our legs.
-kholly
I think that sounds like it could easily be true--I'm pretty sure I read that most keypunch operators were women.
I learned to do punchcards when I was in the Air Guard. How to read them from just the holes too. It is not a lifeskill that I have retained.
Did you manage sleep Greg? I hope you managed enough to feel less tired this morning :-)
Have a good day all of you :-)
Yeah, thanks. The stuff I take for migraines makesme sleepy.
You have a good day too.
I'm glad you're feeling brighter :-)
Thanks.
Hammersmith and Fulham got an easy collar last night - bloke tried to break into their mobile police station! I wish my criminals came to me ;)
Got a message from John's phone earlier (I say his phone because I assume the "I'm nearly 8" year old was behind the message...it was before school.)
"We need CUPCAKES chocolate and with more chocolate on top and more on top of that."
Unless Danger is just really craving sugar...
And now I want chocolate with chocolate, too...
(Who tries to rob police?!?)
RR, there was a story in the news a bit ago about two young men who tried to rob a police station. They went up to the front receptionist and demanded all her money. She told them her purse was in the back, so they waited while she went and told the station what was going on. Oy!
For a good laugh, here's the story:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9kh5qDjemI
Hee!
(Police stations are where the police are. BANKS are where the money is!)
...just knocked an entire mug of coffee over on my desk.
soggy.
You should say #soggy, Uncle Orio. Like Twitter. You can hashtag words like that.
I hope you didn't spill it on your phone or computer.
L - just don't hashtag what you actually said ;)
Ha. #don't read this Sherlock ?
No, just paperwork, Carla. Nothing expensive. Just annoying.
Nooo, you can't have spaces! It would be #DontreadthisSherlock
Just trying to drag you out of the dark ages Uncle Orio.
I could read it. We made cupcakes. When are you home?
Triple-chocolate cupcakes?
Double because John and I ate the Flakes we were going to stick on top so it's just chocolate cake and chocolate icing but with REAL chocolate not just powder.
Oh, yummmmmm! Much richer that way. (And of course, what else is one to do when the chocolate flakes are Right There?)
They have baked...the kitchen still stands. John still has some hair ;) and the cakes look good!
Triumph!
The icing went really hard and yours doesn't and then I couldn't squeeze it out of the pipe bag so John squeezed it really hard and then a bit flew out and hit the fridge and it didn't stick to the cake properly.
Ah, well, you'll learn how to get the icing loose in time, kiddo. And the fridge is no longer iced.
Carla and Sherlock, did you know that when writing began nobody put spaces between the words? And when you reached the end of the line, instead of going back over and starting again, you just made the next line down go the other direction.
RSF, that makes a weird kind of sense if you think about it. I wonder why we started doing it the way we do?
Well, Pip, I'm not sure, but I think I've found a book that might explain it.
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