Mycroft's got it. They spent the day on either end of the sofa, two unhappy, snot-filled bookends. Poor kids. To the anon who suggested grated fresh ginger in the hot lemon, Sherlock loathes it, and Mycroft thinks it's the best thing on Earth. I like it myself, so, two out of three. Not bad.
I'm reading them Camus. The Plague. Mycroft's idea. I've never read it before (should I be ashamed to admit that? Probably), and it's a surprisingly good plot. I'm surprised Hollywood hasn't made some blockbuster action/thriller/romance out of it. Nice it remembers where the real blame lay too. Everyone talks about the rats, but it of course it was the fleas.
Their mum's been in and out, half the time on her mobile or camped out in my chair with her laptop, half heating up soup and collecting used tissues. I was not expecting this, to be honest. I know she loves them and I know why she stays away, but it's good to know there's exceptions to that rule. Then again, she's over here once a week or so now. Perhaps she's given up on the theory that they're safer with her at a distance. I always thought it was bunk myself.
<Your opinion has been noted, John.> (I thought as much. As long as you're here, I don't suppose you'd like to help me out with finding a password your son can't figure out?) <I fear the effort would be wasted. He's installed a keystroke capture application on your computer.> (...Bloody hell.) <May I suggest a paper diary for true privacy? He will find a physical lock far more difficult than a digital one.> (...I'll think about it.)
I am not getting a little pink diary with a lock on, and anyone who buys me one will be sorry. I am looking at you, Lestrade.
In parting, Sherlock would like you to know that being ill is almost as bad as school, but not quite.
(Yesterday, it was much worse than school. I assume this means he's feeling better.)
I'm reading them Camus. The Plague. Mycroft's idea. I've never read it before (should I be ashamed to admit that? Probably), and it's a surprisingly good plot. I'm surprised Hollywood hasn't made some blockbuster action/thriller/romance out of it. Nice it remembers where the real blame lay too. Everyone talks about the rats, but it of course it was the fleas.
Their mum's been in and out, half the time on her mobile or camped out in my chair with her laptop, half heating up soup and collecting used tissues. I was not expecting this, to be honest. I know she loves them and I know why she stays away, but it's good to know there's exceptions to that rule. Then again, she's over here once a week or so now. Perhaps she's given up on the theory that they're safer with her at a distance. I always thought it was bunk myself.
<Your opinion has been noted, John.> (I thought as much. As long as you're here, I don't suppose you'd like to help me out with finding a password your son can't figure out?) <I fear the effort would be wasted. He's installed a keystroke capture application on your computer.> (...Bloody hell.) <May I suggest a paper diary for true privacy? He will find a physical lock far more difficult than a digital one.> (...I'll think about it.)
I am not getting a little pink diary with a lock on, and anyone who buys me one will be sorry. I am looking at you, Lestrade.
In parting, Sherlock would like you to know that being ill is almost as bad as school, but not quite.
(Yesterday, it was much worse than school. I assume this means he's feeling better.)
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Watching the Tennis this morning, Nanny John?
Although Murray is losing so far so it might not make Sherlock feel better
Oh yes, we all watched it. Mrs Hudson and Sherlock were pulling for Murray, Mycroft and his mum for Ferrer, and me, well... I admit I napped through a good portion of it.
Ginger-suggesting anon here (also the Rafa-loving, onion-caramelizing anon) saying I'm sorry Mycroft succumbed as well!
But happy Camus-ing and convalescing!
~ innie
To tell the truth, I think Mycroft was only on Ferrer's side to be contrary, or perhaps to back his mum, and don't ask me why she's supporting Spain instead of this sceptered isle. (I have grave suspicions that it has to do with Murray's face as opposed to Ferrer's, rather than their tennis. Mr Ferrer is quite a looker.)
I'm with Sherlock on this one. I stay far away from any kind of ginger.
Even gingerbread? Gingersnaps? Ginger beer? Ginger... Yes, all right, I'll stop now. I love ginger, in case that wasn't apparent.
No to gingersnaps and gingerbread, and I've never had ginger beer.
I will gladly let you have my share of ginger and ginger-flavored things. :)
It's like ginger ale, but a lot more so, so probably not. Sounds a good deal to me. :)
Mmmm ginger beer. The more fizz the better.
Now I'm thinking that I have to grab some before work...
Sorry to hear that the plague's spreading... But it sounds like it isn't all SO bad...
My da used to push chocolate milk on us when we were sick, claiming that it'd make use feel better, but it never did. Then we found out we were lactose intolerant.
It could be a lot worse, certainly. Mild fever, muscle aches, sore throat, and sniffles.
"Then we found out we were lactose intolerant."
...I actually did laugh out loud. Sorry, I know it's not funny, but...it's a bit funny!
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