The ice skating went shockingly well. I just wanted to get them out of the house and stop the whinging for a bit, or at least change the tune of the whinging and perhaps prevent anymore breakages. Now I really do wish I had a camera, or at least that I'd remembered to use the one on my mobile. I think we may have found a sport Mycroft enjoys.
Neither of them had been before, and I hadn't been for about twenty years, so I expected a lot of falling over, bruises, and tears (hopefully not from me). I did get what I expected in every respect. The bruises were mainly mine, and the tears were all Sherlock's, as he does get weepy when he's overtired, and Mycroft did fall over a few times.
By the end, however, Mycroft was zipping around the rink with his scarf trailing behind him. He even went so far as to interact with children his own age when he realized I couldn't teach him how to go backwards. There was a boy named David who I think was 12 as well, and a girl named Myrtle (wasn't aware anyone was named Myrtle anymore, but I liked it for her) with bright red hair. She was a bit older and gets lessons there at weekends. I talked to both their mums, who said they'll be there next week, same bat time, same bat channel. I said we would be too.
Even better? Sherlock doesn't hate it. He's not crazy about it, and he was still falling down a lot by the end and wanting to hold my hand (and pull me over as well), but there was no revolt when I suggested we might go again. Oh, and he's agreed to the violin.
Hallelujah.
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I notice Lestrade has a tag here, but we get nothing about the date???
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