In a blatantly obvious attempt to get back at me for embarrassing him about his "boo-boo," Lestrade asked me what the H and D in my name stood for. The H is for Hamish, which was my grandfather's name, and not at all embarrassing, despite what the bigger boys in primary school tried to tell me.
The D...actually is for Danger. It's not my fault, nor my parents' fault either. Some of the people I served with in Afghanistan called me that - with a fair amount of sarcasm, I think; I was never one for drinking all night and then playing with explosives, unlike some people I could mention.
I'm not sure why I stuck the extra initial in when I made my profile. I thought it was funny, I suppose. John Danger Watson. Absurd really. I'm about the most boring bloke you could hope to meet. I'm even more amused by it now that I've suddenly got the whole 2.5 kids and a dog thing going. (Lestrade is, at least occasionally the .5, in case you were wondering.)
Speaking of which: Lestrade, Sherlock wants you to come over again tonight, if possible, "before I'm in bed, he promised me a story." Did you really say you'd tell him a bedtime story about a clever murderer? Well. I feel like I should object, but. He'll probably enjoy it.
If you can make it by dinner time, bring sausage. I might manage to boil pasta; I've been practicing.
The D...actually is for Danger. It's not my fault, nor my parents' fault either. Some of the people I served with in Afghanistan called me that - with a fair amount of sarcasm, I think; I was never one for drinking all night and then playing with explosives, unlike some people I could mention.
I'm not sure why I stuck the extra initial in when I made my profile. I thought it was funny, I suppose. John Danger Watson. Absurd really. I'm about the most boring bloke you could hope to meet. I'm even more amused by it now that I've suddenly got the whole 2.5 kids and a dog thing going. (Lestrade is, at least occasionally the .5, in case you were wondering.)
Speaking of which: Lestrade, Sherlock wants you to come over again tonight, if possible, "before I'm in bed, he promised me a story." Did you really say you'd tell him a bedtime story about a clever murderer? Well. I feel like I should object, but. He'll probably enjoy it.
If you can make it by dinner time, bring sausage. I might manage to boil pasta; I've been practicing.
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Awwwwwwwwww I'm sorry but the image of that gorgeous boyfriend of yours telling a bedtime story to Sherlock is too cute to handle.
Oh, how funny. I can't help but imagine that telling scary stories to Sherlock is going to turn out something like this:
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2011/02/scariest-story.html
Lucy - I was so focused on the bloody murder aspect that I hadn't of that, but...you know, you're right. It's really very sweet of him.
Ann - HA. Yes, Sherlock is definitely the three year old sister in this scenario. And I'm not letting Mycroft listen in.
On way. I would ask if Sherlock's still up, but as it's Friday I KNOW Sherlock will still be up, even if you've somehow managed to confine him to his room.
And the murder case isn't too gruesome - mainly focuses on the clever way it was solved. That's why I chose it!
I'm not even going to comment on 'bring sausage' on a public blog...
See you as soon as the Tube allows, Doctor Danger!
By the way...who scored a day off tomorrow?? This 0.5 did! Anything you want to do (silly question, that...let me rephrase) Anything Mycroft and Sherlock would like to do?
My god you have a filthy mind! Just sausage was I all I meant, meat filled tubes of... Yeah, I'm just going to stop right there.
With the promise of clever murder stories before bed, Sherlock is so far up you can hardly see him with a telescope. Best of luck to you.
Hmmmm. I think they'd both enjoy the Natural History Museum, but maybe we can think of something a bit less serious?
That's Doctor Hamish Danger to you.
I'm glad to know someone else picked up on the innuendo inherent in the comment about bringing sausage, but I didn't want to say anything about it. As Lestrade said, it's a public blog. :D
Best of luck with the pasta. We have it often, as it's filling and cheap. The trick is (a) to keep the water boiling throughout the cooking process and (b) time it properly so it's not overcooked by the time you're done with it.
To follow up on the second part of lawless523's comment: (c) And THEN you get to throw the noodles at the refrigerator to test for done-ness! My sister and I used to have great fun testing for time cooked-versus-noodle consistency that way. Hope your 2.5 boys have fun with that. :)
Does...Mycroft know that Sherlock is getting a scary story Mycroft isn't allowed to hear?
Past evidence would suggest that he knows now.
I await further developments with interest. I think I'll go fix some popcorn.
I did bring something for Mycroft, too. Mycroft seems less interested in the gore and more in the legal system. Good luck to him - maybe he'll be able to explain it to me someday.
And the dinner was lovely.
I'm not saying how much I enjoyed the sausage...
(And I have a filthy mind?? I didn't say a word! You're inferring things, John.)
If it rains, I vote NHM, by the way. Not that I've been there for years, but there's so much there there's got to be something for everyone. Unless it's sunny, in which case we should get the boys, the dogs and ourselves out in the fresh air.
lawless and kaykay - Thanks for the pasta advice; it worked quite well. The boys... All right, if I'm honest, all four of us really enjoyed flinging it at the fridges. And the dogs really enjoyed cleaning it up.
L - Greenwich if it's sunny?
PS: Thanks for the sausage.
J - Sunny? In London in Feb? That desert sun has gone to your head. Forecast says rain. Nat Hist Mus? Maybe Science museum too? (I don't care if Mycroft and Sherlock aren't interested in the interactive kids' area - it's my favourite bit!)
Glad you enjoyed the sausage.
Mine too! Although I know Sherlock wants to see the bugs and I like those too.
*refuses to make sausage joke*
I thank you for your restraint!
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