Sherlock is finally in bed. The degus are also in their comfortable bed. Not jealous there, not at all. Nope. There need for my scarf is the greater, as Sherlock explained to me earlier. "You can go and buy a new scarf, they can't!"
Still, they are very cute. And it's not like they knew what their new bed was made of.
Yesterday was a hard day - as it should have been. We need to be held accountable for our actions. I needed to be questioned over it. I needed to prove that we did what was right, and better to start with people who know and trust you, before any sort of official enquiry gets going, if it does. Hopefully it won't.
Today was more back to normal. Bloody cold, but I rather like that. More work to be done.
Sherlock was asking me everything he could think of about this body that was found in a well down near Surrey. I do know some of the guys working on the case. Always odd, when you find bodies that have been there a while. Always very difficult. Sherlock is fascinated.
I got my new warrant card today. Says 'Detective Inspector Gregory M.F.W Lestrade - Metropolitan Police.'
John smiled a lot, and said "Not really what you needed, is it? Another initial?"
But I'm very proud to have it anyway :)
John cooked a lovely dinner today. And put up shelves yesterday! Domestic God, my husband.
There's snow on the ground in some parts of the UK. Sherlock is hoping we get some soon.
And Nicki and her lot are talking about coming down for a visit before Christmas, which would be nice.
They've also encased Eros in a snowglobe, for Christmas, to protect it. A very neat solution!
I have Eros facts...anyone else know any interesting facts about that little statue?
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-24997591
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I love Sherlock's interest in everything to do with your work and with John's its nice that he asks about things in the same way you two ask about what he's done at school :-)
We had snow for long enough for the school kids to play in it and it went before the adults were going through the school run, perfect snow as far as I can see ;-)
I'm sorry yesterday was tough for you but I am glad that some police officers are prepared to be held to account for their actions, I'm sure the outcome will be the right one.
It'd be nice to see them before Christmas. I hope they do decide to come.
Do you think it went all right yesterday?
It's just that when you drill the holes they don't always want to go where you've marked them...
AnonyBob - I think you have to be. I mean, well, at the very least accountable to those who were 'wronged'. If you start doing it just to be accountable to the stats or the targets...well, you shouldn't do it anymore.
John - I think...yeah, it went all right. I mean, they ask hard questions, because better them than anyone else. But sometimes that's good. Hopefully it makes you more sure you did the right thing. If you start thinking you didn't...it's probably a sign that you didn't think it through hard enough.
I don't think...I don't think you ever stop feeling guilty, or like you could have done things differently. But that's probably a good thing. Means you'll think about it next time.
I still remember every single case where someone was killed that I think I should have been able to stop. All the people I didn't catch in time.
I don't doubt it.
I love you, by the way.
Love you too.
So these holes...why wouldn't they go where you told them? Did you try raising an eyebrow at them?
I raised several eyebrows. At least seven. No good.
Maybe that was making you see funny, the force of 7 raised eyebrows...and that's why they didn't go right?
Could be. I think the laser level seared one off, too.
If it wasn't for the fact it would be terrible child-rearing, I'd let him destroy it and make his wall-destroying laser. I think Bry's parents bought it for me. Sherlock could probably make an ex-seeing laser missile or something useful like that.
...ex-seeking. Not seeing. Obviously. I hope obviously, anyway.
I have no doubt he'd make something out of it...
A colossal mess. And quite possible some form of weapon illegal under the terrorism act. And then he'd want to take it to school!
What's the point of making cool things if you can't share your success with your class and teacher? :D
I'm glad you feel it went well yesterday, if "well" is the right word, L.
Ha! Yeah, probably. What's the good of having a laser rifle if you can't let your classmates destroy half the school with it?
RR - I don't know. It went, anyway. Nothing I can do now but wait.
Danger - he might, given his good behaviour and amazingly manipulative wide-eyed stare of sweetness and innocence, have talked himself into getting a lemon meringue pie tomorrow.
But only if his school and this flat go un-lasered.
Carrying the memories of cases of those who died just shows how much you care about what you do and how dedicated you are to getting things right and doing your best for everyone with whom you come into contact.
I'm glad the degus are happy with their new habitat and I'm sure John will quickly make sure that your neck is happy too, both to keep you warm and to protect his own extremities. ;)
a lemon meringue pie tomorrow
Mm, which means I also get lemon meringue pie tomorrow... :)
Only if you don't laser anything to bits either.
I can however, offer to help improve your drilling technique? Perhaps we could get started on some theory, now, in bed?
I think that could be arranged.
Does make me wonder about battery power and uses for drill sharpeners.
(Although I suspect a laser sight won't be necessary)
Couldnt sleep last night. Today is grey, wet and cold. Perfect.
What a lovely combination!!
I guess the day can't be anywhere close to good in that situation so I hope you hit home time as quickly as possible :-)
Sherlock has just texted me - or possibly John texted me - "You can't be sad it's lemon meringue pie day because I didn't laser anything and it's not raining now either "
It was Sherlock, but I didn't laser anything either. Want to get coffee?
That's got to have been John ;-)
He's right though lemon meringue pie day is a good day :-)
Three good reasons not to be sad! (Four if you count John not lasering anything--and five if you can meet him for coffee. :)) (Six is you add coffee itself. ;))
Sorry, really busy. Got court tomorrow though, free rest of the day. Might get out really early.
Nearly home time, Greg, and the chances of an early finish tomorrow sound wonderful. I hope you manage to catch up on your sleep later - you must have been too busy refining John's drilling technique. ;)
Well done on not lasering anything, Sherlock, lucky you on getting pie. How much cream do you think you'll be able to get on it today before the eyebrow comes into play. :)
Looks like you'll have a husband home and left over pie for tomorrow, John, sounds like a good day - or is the much anticipated pie likely to be wolfed down in one go. ;)
Sherlock's face is pretty much glued to the oven door, watching the Lemon Meringue Pie.
John occasionally tries to peer around him.
You are the bringer of (at the moment) anticipatory joy! (Soon to be gustatory joy. :))
I am jealous of your Lemon Meringue pie, I hope everyone enjoys the tiny piece that Sherlock allows them to have ;-)
Almost a spoonful we got. To share. ;)
At least the Test is starting tonight, so if I'm awake, I can listen instead of stare at the ceiling.
Not sleeping is so un-fun.
What's the Test? (I'm guessing not an exam of any sort.)
Test Match. Cricket. It's The Ashes, actually, first Test starts about 11.30pm, I think. Might be midnight. Test Match Special starts at 11.30, anyway.
TMS is brilliant for when you can't sleep :-) I suspect I will be listening to a lot of it before the end of the series!!
I can't say I've ever listened to (or even watched) a cricket game, but from what I've heard, there's not a lot of yelling about it, thus eminently suitable for late night listening. :)
There's yelling when exciting stuff happens. If England start in the field and get a wicket first ball there'd be yelling!
Shows how much I know! Do you get excited about cricket? (You too--or either--John?)
I don't follow a county side, but I do like The Ashes, or a good test series. And the Twenty20s are quite good sometimes.
...You are speaking in tongues again! :D
(I get the gist, though.)
I lived down the road from a cricket ground for the first 19 years of my life and I only went on once but I could quite happily spend many a day watching Ashes cricket, or in this case I suppose, many a night ;-)
RR - All you need to know is that you should support England, and it'll be over on the 7th of January next year, unless someone runs away with it and it doesn't go to the last Test.
I got that through "England". I can do that! :)
Right. Bed. Perchance to sleep. Or whatever.
Oh, and for any of you worrying about my neck, John bought me a lovely biker scarf. This sort of style:
http://www.getgeared.co.uk/Alpinestars_Tech_Neckwarmer?sc=21&category=403570
No degus allowed.
RR The Ashes test match (cricket obviously) between England (the side you need to supply) and Australia. Twenty20s twenty overs each side, very different from test cricket.
I've been to a couple of England games which were great fun plus my cousin used to play for our local team so I spent many a Sunday afternoon lying back watching a field full of lovely men in white running around, who could ask for more (as long as you didn't end up underneath a six!). ;)
I tried to understand cricket. When I worked in a British import shop, I had a lot of people try to explain it for me. Unfortunately, I don't think I understood a word of what they said.
I hope you all have a good night, and cricket is peaceful and easy listening!
Best description of cricket I've ever seen, borrowed from a poster at televisionwithoutpity.com:
You have two sides, one out in the field and one in. Each man that's in the side that's in goes out, and when he's out he comes in and the next man goes in until he's out. When they are all out, the side that's out comes in and the side that's been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out. Sometimes you get men still in and not out.
When a man goes out to go in, the men who are out try to get him out, and when he is out he goes in and the next man in goes out and goes in. There are two men called umpires who stay out all the time and they decide when the men who are in are out.
When both sides have been in and all the men have been out, and both sides have been out twice after all the men have been in, including those who are not out, that is the end of the game.
First-Time Poster here, from Michigan
That it absolutely hysterical!!! (And sounds completely authentic, too... :D)
Michigan - welcome :). And yes, that explanation adorns tea towels and posters a lot. And it does sum it up rather well!
Aus are 273-8 at the moment. It'll carry on tonight.
What a brilliant description, Michigan Anon, and so accurate, too. :)
Hope you had a better sleep today, Greg. Good luck in court and hope you get out really early. Maybe you can take your husband out on the back of your bike and snuggle up to test your new scarf. ;)
Have a great day everyone.
I'm out! I'm going to go and find my husband and hopefully drag him off for a lazy lunch.
I'm glad you've escaped :-) enjoy your lunch.
So, Sherlock--I'm on a bus, and it's snowing, and the roads are slick, and the bus is stuck halfway up a hill. I suspect if you were here the situation would be a) more fun and b) you and Mycroft could think of a solution to physics.
Ella
If it's snowing you should get off the bus and have fun and not care about the bus
I admire your eye for the really important things, Sherlock!
Is your class working on a play or show for Christmas?
Unfortunately, the bus was taking me to work, so I had to stay on it. I would have liked to get off the bus and have fun. (Or been able to sleep in and not get on the bus in the first place.)
Ella
News of this slavery case breaking is...well, I wish it was unbelievable. Sadly far too much of it still happening. More, in fact, these days.
We'd love to come and see you all! Uncle John, Mum says that me and Mycroft are allowed off on our own but only if we ask you, and Mrs Holmes, and be responsible. So Mycroft, do you want to talk to your Mum and ask? And can we go ice skating again?
Has Sherlock taken your stitches out yet Uncle Orio? That's gross if he has. But you're brave letting him! Mum says she keeps imagining you in a cone of shame, like a dog.
... I do not require a cone of shame.
Ice skating seems inevitable.
I'm sure John has trained you out of chewing the furniture (apart from the odd pillow, perhaps) and licking yourself, yes.
John, I shall buy him some mittens and booties for Christmas, and you can sew him into them.
...thank you.
Carla, not yet. Sherlock is itching to attack me with knives and scissors, but John hasn't given him the go ahead yet.
Nicky - ha! I'll be tempted, believe me...
You would need to put me in a cone then to stop me chewing through your stitching...
Sherlock would get you out anyway. You need hands to make pie.
It's my aim to become indispensable via baking.
Mission accomplished, I think.
have you all seen this yet, it's a new version of the Flying Pickets' Only You music video
http://www.walesonline.co.uk/whats-on/music/football-band-barry-horns-cover-6327155
it's for a charity but I haven't quite yet figured out how that part works.
S
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