Oh, Captain...

Well. What can I say.

If this really was what he wore, I'm suddenly unsurprised that he got shot...

...or maybe they just spotted his camp side early on.

You can make up your own minds.

It wasn't quite what I had in mind when I said I'd like to see him in uniform, I admit...

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

DW asked about the chain I'm wearing in my profile picture. The answer was a bit long for just a comment.

I don't wear it often - never for work, and I don't put it on just for the periods inbetween one shift and the next. But I do wear it on special occasions, when I'm dressing up smartly, that sort of thing. - As you'll all have noticed, I do have quite a fondness for jewellery :)

So, it is just a chain - plain, silver - and then on it there are a few different things. The first thing that ever went on it was an earring. It belonged to my Nonna - I don't remember ever seeing her without those earrings in my life. So, when she died, and we were asked if we wanted anything, I asked for those. Nicky's got the other one. It's just a silver drop-shape. Then there's a little pendant I found on a beach. I was walking along, miles and miles of beach, I looked down, and it was just there. It would have been so easy to miss. I just sort of thought I should pick it up. A chance in a million to find it - so it seemed wrong to leave it there. When I got back home I added it to the necklace. There's a tiny stainless steel ring, from one of my first bike jackets, that got wrecked when they cut it off me, and there's a little ball-ended linkage from one of my old bikes.

So, yeah, there you go. Lots of little memories, that's what's on it, DW.

There's nothing left to talk about, Unless it's horizontally

I can't think of anything sensible to say. Had physical, came away largely un-lectured and un-scathed.

Have to get glasses for computer/paper work - just like John's been saying for ages. So I need to go and get a proper full eye test and choose some. I've been looking at some online. I suppose I'll get used to them, eh?

Have a picture of the alarm system in Scotland Yard. Now, being a professional, I, of course, never giggle at the symbols, but...

I just can't see those two buttons as anything other than 'Disable underpants! No underpants allowed!'....and 'Touch gusset! Test gusset'... I don't know. Makes me laugh. Did they not think of that when they made the panel??

That's your lot. I'm knackered, and have a whole weekend for fun and frolics...

So 'adorbs' it should be illegal.

(I was going to ask if there would be a time when we don't understand what Mycroft's talking about - in the same way I only understand about half of what Carla says - but I already don't understand half of what Mycroft says, not because he speaks like a teenager, but because it requires a PhD or something.)

Anyway, not much to say. Work is...work. I still feel oddly guilty for having so much time off. I'm sure it's a feeling that will fade! We've been so busy at home I have no idea how I ever fit working more in.

Have a very sweet picture.

Over-exposed

Right, well, here you go. It's crap quality because it's just from the background of a picture of other people, so not even in focus.

I don't know what else I can say. So I won't.

Why, you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking Nerf herder...

...

Yeah, I always fancied being Han Solo.

And I've found my very own Princess Leia!

He just loves those rolls... And he pulls exactly that face when he's concentrating still. Especially when cooking.

And now, a post isn't a post without Danger with something hanging out of his mouth... I don't even know.

Gonna roll with it...

Danger's been working back at the surgery. I can just imagine him, sitting in his consulting room, all serious and concerned and caring, stethoscope slung around his neck, scrawling unreadable prescriptions for poor chemists to decipher.

There'll be a little crease in between his eyebrows, little frown when he's trying to understand all the symptoms. A knowing nod, hands clasped together, maybe leans forward...

And then he's all capable and businesslike and utterly assured as he examines and listens and taps and investigates.

I bet none of his patients imagine him looking like this: