Where was I? Oh, yes. Gazebo, mystery cake. Moving on.
No, wait. The cake really is worth describing.
Layers of actual cake soaked in something alcoholic, I suspect rum, and interleaved with bands of dark chocolate and white chocolate mousse. I would've taken a photo, but he had my mobile by then. Fair enough, as I was finding it difficult not to phone Mrs Hudson and make sure the boys the were all right and doing their homework and not setting fire to anything.
I think I may have got tipsy off that cake.
So, we were sitting in the gazebo, doing things that do not concern you (and are not at all illegal to do in public, thank you!) when we got our first interruption of the night.
There was a bright light, a la every alien abduction scene ever, and a stern rap on the pillar of the gazebo. "Let's move along, you two," someone said.
It was a (very) young police constable, and I think I may be forgiven for laughing. Lestrade went rather red, showed his warrant card, and took the boy off a few paces - presumably to tell him off thoroughly for doing his job. I'm not sure who to feel more sorry for, but it was still hilarious. I'm not normally so prone to schadenfreude, but there was something about their identical expressions when they came back - embarrassed but grim - that cracked me up all over again.
I'm sorry, PC X, whoever you were, I really am, but I suppose you've got a story to dine out on at least.
No, wait. The cake really is worth describing.
Layers of actual cake soaked in something alcoholic, I suspect rum, and interleaved with bands of dark chocolate and white chocolate mousse. I would've taken a photo, but he had my mobile by then. Fair enough, as I was finding it difficult not to phone Mrs Hudson and make sure the boys the were all right and doing their homework and not setting fire to anything.
I think I may have got tipsy off that cake.
So, we were sitting in the gazebo, doing things that do not concern you (and are not at all illegal to do in public, thank you!) when we got our first interruption of the night.
There was a bright light, a la every alien abduction scene ever, and a stern rap on the pillar of the gazebo. "Let's move along, you two," someone said.
It was a (very) young police constable, and I think I may be forgiven for laughing. Lestrade went rather red, showed his warrant card, and took the boy off a few paces - presumably to tell him off thoroughly for doing his job. I'm not sure who to feel more sorry for, but it was still hilarious. I'm not normally so prone to schadenfreude, but there was something about their identical expressions when they came back - embarrassed but grim - that cracked me up all over again.
I'm sorry, PC X, whoever you were, I really am, but I suppose you've got a story to dine out on at least.
7 comments:
Aw, I'd like to see Lestrade and the PC's faces! XD How embarrassing... for them, you clearly had a blast out of it. I find it cute that you're so attached to the boys. <3 Then again, it would be difficult not to be, right? :) And the cake sounds delicious.
Poor anonymous PC. In a bit, when he's got over the utter embarrassment of it all, I imagine he will have great fun telling how he nearly arrested a Detective Inspector on Valentines.
First interruption of the night, eh?
Aww, poor PC! I hope Lestrade was out at work...if he wasn't, guess he is now!
And as commenter above says...that was just the first interruption?....
Lupe - I did try not to laugh too loudly, but it was very difficult! Most entertaining date of my life.
annoyedwabbit - Poor boy, yes. Still, he got cake out of it. :)
Elfbert - He was semi-out at work, I think, though he didn't seem to have a problem with it either way. It's funny - I didn't even think to ask him until the next day.
That's good! Nice to know he's comfortable being 'out', after all the bad press the Met gets.
Although you might get a few jealous looks now, if you ever drop by!
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