I'm not sure of the exact sequence of events, but I think Mycroft sent this video to Sherlock, who then watched it, began speaking at approximately a billion words a minute, and made John and I watch it while insisting we had to try it RIGHT NOW.
This was all last night, where we weren't even trying to get off the sofa.
Anyway, watch it, and if any of you want to install one in your living room and invite Sherlock round, please do!
Anyway, today he's excited about this new reading corner in his school room, which is nice. Apparently it's got snakes and plants and a parrot and a large panda. And bean bags. I imagine pandas would quite like bean bags. It is lovely hat he's so enthusiastic about everything. Except no frog has deigned to spawn in his pond yet, which he's miffed about.
John is in a distressingly chipper mood, given our run yesterday. And announcing things about running up mountains. Yesterday we ran/jogged/walked along a canal. You literally can't get flatter than a run on a towpath...and today he's on about mountains! I couldn't even manage the stairs at work today...and not even little UK mountains. Massive French mountains.
I've absolutely no idea what's going on (as usual), but Sherlock announced earlier that he knows what's happening on Saturday... anyone else know what's happening on Saturday??
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I only asked about it! And it's only mountains because it's July and therefore cooler up there. Er...it's also a sort of trail run? Maybe I'll look at ones in Scotland instead.
Are there any near your folks?
I don't know, why?
Well, we could go and see them. And they could cheer us on. And possibly make an attempt to corral Sherlock for some of the time we're running.
I suppose that's possible.
well, you know, only if you and they want to.
So...what're we doing on Saturday?
I'll think about it.
It's a surprise. :)
Well, that video sure gave me a lift! *ducks*
The reading corner sounds lovely! I think I'm a bit envious.
Yay, surprises!
Is it a surprise which involves running up a hill?
A few stairs maybe.
...You've made me very glad that the annual Canary Wharf stair climb was last week...
You'll like it, I promise!
Hmm, I trust you, husband - don't make me regret it!
These biscotti are glorious. They would go just perfectly with a coffee...
Does that mean I have to stop leaning on you and let you move?
...that would be one solution.
Or you could stop leaning on me, make me coffee, and I wouldn't have to move... ;)
Only if you promise to wake me up and take me to bed when your'e done.
Mmm. Come on. Bed. I wanted to be gallant and carry you...but it would end badly. Or start badly. Or...just badly.
mmm bed
"anyone else know what's happening on Saturday??"
It really isn't necessary to know, now that John's said you'll like it, is it?
(It is most possibly only my hopeful desire to vicariously enjoy someone else's mini-adventures, but I might ask Sally. She of the spontaneous-willingness-to-schedule-the-shift-rota.)
fA
I hope you guys will forgive me posting a long-ish poem. A friend posted it online in memory of our friend who just died. And John likes poetry, and the line about "a bride married to amazement" made me think of the tagline on your blog. It's long for a comment but short for a poem. So...yeah.
"When Death Comes"
by Mary Oliver
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
Ella
Thanks for that, Ella. Can't speak for anyone else, but I am glad you posted the poem.
Hope you're doing o.k.
fA
Ella, that's a great poem.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you, Ella. I'm not normally a great poetry lover, but this one I like very much. The sentiment is one to aim for.
I certainly don't mind Ella. It's a lovely poem.
fA - no, I can wait til Saturday to find out now he's assured me I'll enjoy it. Like I said, I trust him.
Like I said, I trust him.
No lovelier feeling could there be.
fA
I know Sal knows whats going on, because she has a special smile she uses to let me know that she knows something I don't, and has been using it all day. Therefore she must be in some sort of conspiracy with my husband. Scheming little....
Now who are you calling a 'scheming little...' there cos I don't think either of the parties involved would be happy with that title. ;)
It's lovely having a secret planned for you though, looking forward to hearing all about it. :)
Going by the "little," I assume he meant John.
*runs away*
Ella
No idea why you would think that. None. Clueless.
It all sounds most intriguing--I'm already looking forward to hearing all about it!
For once I'm glad Saturday comes for you earlier than me. I won't have to wait come morning.
It's nice to have something to look forward to. ;-)
fA
...my team continually surprise me!
Leaving now, Danger, having offered my shoulder to someone. (It remains uncried-upon.)
In Somalia everyone gets nicknames and they're nicknames about what you look like usually and I think Lestrade would call John Yare but I don't know what John would call Lestrade.
I think I can make a good guess at what "Yare" would mean in Somalia... ;) (Do they have a name that means something like fox, Sherlock?)
No. They only do nicknames about how you look and usually bad things like your teeth or if you have a scar or are missing a leg or fingers or something.
L - did something happen?
Sherlock - I suspect I don't want to be called Yare...
John Cirro means grey hair and sometimes they say things about hair or if you're bald.
That's an interesting cultural light on Somalia, Sherlock. I suppose they might call Lestrade by his hair.
It reminded me that the names we know some ancient Greeks by are actually nicknames--like Plato actually meant "broad shoulders" or "wide"; his real name was Aristocles, if I recall correctly.
Nothing serious - one of my DC's wife left him. For the father of his son's girlfriend... that's a tangled mess, right?
And I mentioned your whole crazy running idea to one of the others - I know he goes running sometimes. And he casually mentioned that, with NO training or prep, he ran 32 miles last week. THIRTY-TWO. In one go. Way to make me feel old...
That...does sound complicated, yes.
If I ever meet him, don't tell me he's the thirty-two mile runner...I don't want to be predisposed to make faces at him.
He did it because one of his mates is cycling around the world - did a leg from his house down here to London, so, because he doesn't have a bike, he decided to run next to him to keep him company... crackers.
You should put that 32-miler on the most frustrating cases. That had to hurt, he must be one stubborn fellow.
fA
Stubbornness isn't really a trait I encourage in my officers. He didn't even seem like it was any effort, doing the run...we didn't notice him hobbling around after or anything!
No hobbling?
Is he secretly the bionic man?
Guess we'll never know.
fA
I'm late commenting on the barbecue...the noise about drove me batty, but man that's just way beyond cool. I wonder if we could get a science fair project out of that...way smaller of course...hmmm. *wanders off to do a bit of feasibility research*
Have fun tomorrow, whatever is to come!
The first thing that struck me about the video was that 'Professor' is spelt wrong. I was about to say it... then I checked the spelling on dictionary.com. then I decided not to be sure of myself and said 'Isn't that spelt wrong?' rather than 'look! That's spelt wrong!'
I hope you sleep well, gents, and have a wonderful day tomorrow.
I had a very Sherlockian day which included running, snow, and pizza.
Ella
I can't sleep, knowing we're doing something tomorrow! Even Mycroft seems to know, and he agrees he thinks I'll enjoy it, and told me to have fun...aaaaah! I may have to tickle John.
very cool video, thanks!
Ella, I really liked that poem, thanks. I guess... the older you are the more people you've lost and the more you start to think about how people will remember you...
and eager to hear about the Saturday surprise! I have plans for tomorrow too and I hope I'll be enough recovered from my cold to do everything.
S
Just put Sherlock's clean washing in his room. He's talking to himself in his sleep :) (sadly no clues about tomorrow - I eavesdropped!)
Aren't they...trying to find a word that won't offend certain young people...cute, adorable, precious...
I'm gonna just back pedal and say I love the glimpse into their dreams when that happens.
Hope you have a great day today, guys,whatever you may be doing. And that goes for the rest of you too :)
I feel like I'm worse than Sherlock - about to explode with curiosity!
Whatever we're doing, we have a nice day for it though!
Have a great time whatever you're off to do :-)
I... Don't even know what to say.
We're at The Emirates for the match! Mycroft is here! It's...we're in a private box!!! I'm a bit speechless. It's amazing.
Oh, fabulous! What a wonderful surprise :-)
Fabulous :-) you are a very lucky man :-) enjoy it :-)
John is still laughing about Lestrade's goal celebration. I feel the three of us may find more entertainment watching Lestrade than the game.
Wow, that's brilliant, hope you're loving it, what an amazing surprise. Enjoy the time with you family in such an exciting place. :)
Oh, wonderful! Great job, John, fantastic that Mycroft could be there - and Sherlock, you kept the surprise beautifully!
Have a good day, all!
fA
I've lost my voice. This is the best day ever.
Apart from getting married to my amazing husband who buys me days like these.
4-1!!!!
I think my face actually hurts from smiling so much, just from watching him. :)
That was an amazing match. Brilliant atmosphere. Brilliant weather. Thank you! Best birthday ever ;)
Take note, everyone - birthday surprises are easier to manage when they're a few months late ;)
Wasn't late - was perfectly timed! 4-1 in the sun!
I really need a coffee now. And to hug you so hard your bones creak.
Best way to do it is it to catch 'em off guard - good plan, John. Did you fix it to make sure they won too, just to make it extra special. :)
Glad you all had such a wonderful time. Enjoy the rest of your day. :)
Joolz - no, Mrs H handled that, and the weather ;)
L - sounds good to me!
Great job at fixing it all to go perfectly John ;-)
I'm glad you had fun Greg, did the boys enjoy it or did they just think you were mad? ;-)
What a brilliant surprise!
And hats off to Mrs. H!
I don't understand why they give everyone a seat and then everyone stands up anyway even when nothing even happens.
It's mainly because people would rather stand to watch football and not have the seats there at all Sherlock but it's illegal now sadly, at the top levels of the sport anyway.
I'd have thought if anyone could understand being too excited to sit down it would be you, kiddo!
What a brilliant day!
Ha! Brilliant. And I'm glad you could attend, Mycroft. :)
Ella
I'm pretty certain I'm the luckiest bloke in the world.
Bless. Just bless all of y'all. So glad it was a great day.
Those boys have the best role models in the world. Mrs. H. is either a psychic genius or in the running for the luckiest mum in the world. How many people hire a nanny and he builds a family?
fA
Pretty sure it's the former.
Thanks Mrs H! I've never been in the posh seats for a match before, but I think it was a better way to introduce the boys to a match than being on the terraces.
I liked the singing and Lestrade was swearing but it was quite fun better than I thought it would be.
I tried not to! It was fun having you all there with me. Especially s surprise Mycroft! You are all incredibly sneaky, but I loved it.
oh, bravo! what a great day. I've had a good one too, saw a National Theater Live show at my local cinema, WOW, still just so impressed and amazed. I've got tickets to go again in three weeks, and then again in April. I could make this a habit...
We're going to try for the theatre too, I think...now we've done the football... ;)
I love that you have your priorities right Greg ;-)
I hope you've had an evening that was a fitting end to your day :-)
First things first, right?
Well, we've tried not sitting down, and being noisy... now we can try sitting down being quiet ;)
I don't have a choice - I've basically reduced my voice to a pathetic croaking!
Just to warn you that if Twelve Angry Men was your theatre show of choice then you might have to be pretty quick as the last performance is next Saturday 15th March unfortunately. The other show that was mentioned was Emil and the Detectives which is also due to finish shortly on Tuesday 18th March. If next week is too short notice for you to arrange something then another mystery style show is, of course, The Mousetrap which as far as I know is running forever. :)
Hope your voice recovers soon, Greg, though I'm sure you consider it a worthy sacrifice to the joy that today has obviously been. Well done everyone for making it such a brilliant surprise. :)
Oh, brilliant! Kudos to all the planners and secret-keepers. :)
Joolz - their website is booking through until June. But it does say the current cast is only confirmed until the 22nd of this month. And I would like to see Doyle and Solo ;) (showing my theatrical level there!)
It's not just you, I'd love to see Robert Vaughn!
I am hoping Sherlock becomes engrossed enough in it that he doesn't shout out! He was cheering on both sides at the footy...
You're right, sorry, I just got that from a London Theatre News weekly email I get which lists Theatre openings and closings, I should have checked directly. Oh well, that's good that it still gives you a chance to go. I would definitely try to get in to see Martin and Robert though as they were both excellent in it and definitely worth the reminiscences about their younger selves - even without the curly hair, 'Doyle' still looks good. ;)
If you're not sure everyone's solid on the keeping quiet/still, though it's not a proper play, RR's suggestion of STOMP (which is apparently a fixture in the West End? per the Internet?) is a good one. Of course, an enterprising child's tendency to turn most household items into percussion instruments/dance props after seeing the show might be a disincentive. (I survived taking my kids. They get disappointed fairly quickly that the at home performance can't live up to the stage show.)
fA
Sherlock has solemnly insisted he can be quiet. And has been bribed by offers of ice cream in the interval (and talking. Although which will triumph?? Eating or talking??)
It's another glorious day here. Anyone would think it was spring or something. We're going for a jog.
We had that kind of day yesterday - enjoy it!
PS: My surgery got moved up to first thing Monday morning, so I'm in final countdown mode.
Good luck, Becca. I hope it goes well.
Sending lots of good vibes your way, Becca. (Prayers, too, if you're okay with that!)
I think Sherlock will enjoy the drama enough to be fine with being quiet--it's a very dramatic play, whether it not you know the solution to the mystery! And he's been on stage himself, after all.
John just collapsed on a park bench after our run, as Sherlock hurtled off to climb things in the playground and announced 'I'm so hot. I haven't been this hot since last summer'. I'm sure you'll all join me in assuring him he is exceedingly hot all year round ;)
But of course! (I assume you mean John there? ;))
Yeah...not calling an 8 yr old hot.
Depends on the definition of hot you're using at the particular moment...
(I suspect Sherlock will assure you he's hot enough to need ice cream!)
Sherlock is always hot enough for some ice cream :)
Good luck, Becca, hope it all goes well for you.
Lestrade - Well, there's been a distressing lack of photographic evidence of late, but I have to assume that John remains as hot as ever. More photos might be a good idea, though, just so we can be absolutely sure.
He does indeed. I'll try to catch a snap of him at some point, although it does rather feel like rubbing it in that I've somehow got this amazing man who's accidentally married me instead of someone up to his own standards! ;)
Just wait, he's going to find another one where I've got food hanging out of my face...
Well if you will spend so much time with food hanging out of your face, you've only got yourself to blame!
I may find one of you rustling a camel instead...
It is a pretty, sunny day here--although not all that warm--but my mom and I are indoors anyway, making hamantaschen, as next Sunday is Purim. :) (In years past we've made 200 or so, but we're aiming for a more modest 50-ish today. It's the hour of sleep we lost last night--or so we claim!)
Oh, REReader, I love hamantaschen. Are you making ones that are cakey or more like cookies?
Good luck, Becca! Will be thinking of you.
I've seen enough photos of both of you gentlemen at various ages looking either dead cute or hot that I feel certain it's a pleasing arrangement of bones, and bones don't change. But if you want to try to substantiate your charming shared conviction that it's the OTHER guy who's better looking by showing us more photos, I promise not to complain.
fA
Cookie-y--it's my grandmother's cookie-dough recipe, with filling made from either prune butter or apricot pie filling mixed with ground nuts and raisins. Yummm! :)
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