Though I know I shouldnt oughta

Sherlock did indeed get his cast today. The doc said the swelling had gone down enough. I'm sort of glad - it's a lot more robust, and Sherlock can't try taking it off to look at his arm.

I think he's thought better of that anyway, now, after they removed his splint and gave him a bit of a clean, he realised it definitely does still hurt.

He was really good though, very brave, said thank you to the people in the plaster room. The cast is a really bright purple. I told him how lucky he was to get a coloured, fibreglass, cast. And somehow agreed I'd have a pink one if I ever needed one...

We went and got lunch after, and dropped in to get a coffee. I got a lovely syphon coffee - from Burundi. It was incredibly tasty. Sherlock wanted me to have another, just so the people had to make another one.

Here it is being made:

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome

Well today was...dramatic.

I mean, it didn't start that way. I was in meetings most of the day. Then I went to fetch Sherlock. It was a nice day, and I'd promised him we'd go to the park. Some other kids and parents were going to, so we all headed off.

It was all fine, kids running about, us old folk huddled up on the bench/by the fence.

Sherlock shouted at me to watch him, but I was right in the middle of talking to someone, so I told him to wait...and then there was a thud. I just saw him dropping off the frame out of the corner of my eye. And everything....I don't know, froze. Like, there was no sound at all, and then he screamed, and I don't know, I think my heart started beating again, because I really thought he might have fallen on his head - he'd been hanging upside off the frame, being a bat. And I ran.

He was already picking himself up, sort of, and when I knelt down he pretty much threw himself at me, and through the sobbing he said his arm hurt. It already looked like it was swelling, and he was...I've never seen him cry like that.

Doctor Doctor

We were sort of going to save this for Valentine's (for 'we', read 'I'), but Sherlock insisted he's rehearsed enough, and wanted to perform to John tonight.

So this was our surprise for the good Doc - me playing the guitar and singing, Sherlock dancing and SHOUTING the chorus:

Me, and my helmet such an un-conventional kid

Today we got up and had french toast and I had extra cinnamon and icing sugar and maple syrup on mine but Lestrade wouldn't let me have pancakes too even though I was REALLY hungry because he got up late.

Then we got the tube and a bus and went to Kew and had coffee and cake and then went to see palms and they're good and Lestrade took this photo which doesn't show much but he likes it and told me to put it in. It's not as good as the seed that looks like a bum.

What makes this big ball turn?

Reg Presley died the other day. Couldn't really let that go without a quick video.

This song was...amazing. We'd never heard anything like it. So raw, so brilliant.

Cause I'm happy just to dance with you.

I'm off work on Thursday and Sunday. Giving up one day in an attempt to salvage a few of my hours back for next week, when I'll be doing the school run. It's going to show me just how few hours pass between sending Sherlock off to school and getting him back!

Just read a 'fact' (I have no evidence) - 'Sarcastic people are more creative'... thoughts?

Anyway, yes, Thursday, was going to take John out to meet Ella - our dance teacher :) Have a chat about what sort of thing we want to do. Should be fun. Or mortifyingly embarrassing. Or both?

And then ideally I'd like to get to the pub and play some guitar.

I can't stop thinking about John being away. I'm kind of excited - I mean, it'll be a challenge, fitting in work and keeping Sherlock entertained. But in a good way. I'm not sure I'm prepared for how much I'll miss John, though. Even thinking about him not being around at time like right now... just gets me right in the chest. Which is horrifically soppy, right? Been on my own plenty. But... yeah.

Finally, can't really let this post go without mentioning that the Commons passed the bill on same-sex marriage today, meaning it will now move to the stage of discussion by committee. And this has been pushed through by the same party who brought in Section 28 (although it was a minority of their members who actually voted for it) - hard to believe how times change.

(If anyone's confused by the Commons, the Lords, divisions, lobbying, the whips - just ask. I can't promise to give any sort of understandable or even accurate answer, though.)

He's going the distance. He's going for speed.

Sherlock ate this today: