We were on the beach all night. It was chilly, but there were dogs and children and blankets to keep me warm. Mrs H must be impervious to cold. She kept wandering down the beach barefoot, in and out of the surf, blanket round her shoulders, but that was all.
We're staying here. She rented out the whole thing. The boys get separate rooms this time - not that anyone's slept in a bed yet. This isn't going to be the most sparkling entry ever as I'm trying to keep my eyes open with minimal success.
Lestrade's coming to join us this evening. If you've read the comments you know he was smacked in the face by someone else's head last night while arresting them. Broken nose, two black eyes. What's he worried about? Making a bad impression on Mrs H by looking like a thug. Heh.
Mycroft is sleepy, but so happy. I don't think I've seen him smile this much in one day, ever, and we've still got nearly half the day to go. He wants to tell me and his mum about some observations on Venus he made last night, so I'll go now. Hope everyone's having as good a day as we are.
Oh PS - Mrs H has a first name, and I know what it is. Only took me about six months.
46 comments:
Wow, that place looks incredible- hope you are enjoying it, I am super jealous!
I'm glad Mycroft is having such a super time, too. :)
Oh, this looks so lovely. I'm very jealous. Sounds like Mycroft had a brilliant day. I'm touched that he seems so happy. I hope that Sherlock enjoyed it, too.
Poor Lestrade. I once had to attend school with a black eye. I crashed into a boy's knee while bouncing happily in a bouncing castle. Half of my face was black and swollen the next morning. I didn't want to go to school with it, but my parents didn't have any mercy. Everybody looked and everybody wanted to know everything about it. It was so embarrassing. And it took ages to vanish.
Congrats, Danger. Your security clearance must be as high as the prime minister's. Or even higher. ;)
I once took a baseball to the eye missing a pop fly and ended up with quite a shiner. It's amazing the inappropriate things random people will say. I decided to have some fun with them and came up with a standard response of "Don't worry, now I can have a restraining order on the bastard."
Nice to see Mycroft so happy. It is worth staying up all night, the sky is always changing. This will be a birthday he remembers fondly for a long time.
Kholly - yeah, given past history I really DON'T want people thinking Danger had anything to do with this!
Danger - I hope you know that if we go to the beach tonight, I'll just be there as a large hot-water-bottle for you. An inanimate object. Although if I sleep on the train and in the car from the station to you lot, I might be slightly more alive.
And your friend said it might not be broken, he couldn't be sure without x-rays, but as they wouldn't treat it, broken or not, because it was okay, he didn't think it was worth waiting for the x-ray. You can give me your diagnosis to add to the collection tonight.
Sal says I look 'like shit'.
And I found a couple more bruises, on my ribs and stuff. It all turned into a bit of a brawl last night. Didn't notice them at the time. Don't over-react when you see them.
Lestrade - it's almost charming how inept you are at fashioning statements designed to make Danger worry less. my best advice is to keep Sally around forever, as she seems willing and able to give him the news straight.
And Mycroft - yay! I'm so pleased you had such a lovely night. If your observations on Venus aren't too erudite, would you mind sharing them? I'm not quite at the "everything I know about Venus I learned from Bananarama" level, but I know shamefully little about the worlds that surround us.
John - I know you'll protest that you had nothing to do with it, but you deserve a big hug for making all of this possible.
Oh, how lovely! Which rooms does everyone have? Please tell me you at least get the luxury of one of those massive beds to share with your DI. I hope you all enjoy the rest of your time there.
And Lestrade - Mrs. H. probably understands about your face better than you think. She seems like a pretty tough lady, to me. But I do get that you want to look your best when meeting the boy's Mum.
I was only telling him because he'll think I was keeping stuff from him if I don't. The fact I didn't even notice them until I changed my shirt this morning should prove they're nothing serious.
Mycroft - I'm so glad you're having a nice time. The place looks amazing. Your Mum told me it's one of the best places in the UK to stargaze from.
Not sure I want to know what Mrs Holmes' first name is. Dangerous to know too much.
L- good point re your history. Sorry, that was a bit insensitive. It was probably rather insensitive at the time too, though amazingly effective at getting people to shut up.
Enjoy your cuddle on the beach with Danger tonight.
Lindsay - you should be jealous, it's amazing! Seriously, if you ever get a chance to visit, I would recommend staying here.
Paula and Kholly - people can be so odd about injuries, can't they? They don't want to be rude, and you don't want to be rude by volunteering information, and then the awkwardness settles in for good. Or until the bruising goes away.
L - If by "over-react" you mean "notice their existence" you may be out of luck, but I'll try not to fuss too much. Mrs H is taking the boys to the beach tonight, and I'm picking you up from the train station. And then we're probably going to bed, yes?
innie - I honestly did have nothing to do with it! It was a complete surprise to me.
mazarin - L and I are in the Barley Bin, Mycroft got first pick and claimed the Wheel Room (with a ladder going up to the shower), and Sherlock keeps changing his mind which one he wants, so Mrs H is waiting till he makes up his mind.
I'll sleep on the train. I want to go to the beach too! Although probably not ALL night.
Watching dawn break with you might be a little too sickenly romantic...
I'm on the way to the station RIGHT NOW (Sal's driving like a maniac) Just been home, shoved random clothes into a bag, probably forgotten essential items. should get there on time.
May have to arrest Sal later for road rage.
Ha. Have you got the sirens going?
Beach it is then, although I warn you that if you do want to watch the dawn break with me, you'll probably have to wake me up for it. There's something about the quiet and the fresh air that's making me a little too relaxed.
No - it's against regs. Actually, most of our cars don't have lights or sirens. We're not the sort to go rushing about. People are usually already dead, and can wait. She's somehow (I don't want to ask how) got one of the BMWs though, which do. We argued regarding the 'emergency' nature of the mission. I pulled rank. Sirens are off.
There's no such thing as you being too relaxed. You deserve it.
Right...any moment now I will be sprinting through Liverpool St station to get this bloody train...
You deserve it too. I think you'll like it here.
Everyone's cooking right now but me. I'll save you some of whatever it is. It smells good.
Thanks.
On the train. Mrs H got me first class tickets (they were on my desk...I don't want to know exactly how they got there.) There's a man who's wearing a cravat staring at me. It's probably not every day he shares his first class posh carriage with a panting, black-eyed thug. He's patted his breast pocket twice. I think he may think I can pickpocket him using the Force or something, given there's about four metres between us.
Maybe he thinks you're hot.
He's about 80. And I very much doubt it. He just looks like he's scared that if he falls asleep I'll murder him.
Actually, he looks a bit calmer now I've got the laptop out. It's clearly a badge of respectability.
Just updated me blog. Had a very amusing (if slightly disturbing) conversation regarding you earlier. It's given me pictures in my mind that I really NEVER needed. You'll have to help me erase them later.
Due in at 2208, by the way.
I'll be there.
Ah yes, because criminals never use computers. And innocent people never get black eyes. Sometimes I really think people need to use their brains more than they do.
Shall I suggest to this bloke that if he doesn't want his brain, I know a five year old who can put it to good use?
Did Mrs H lend you one of those massive black 4x4s that Anthea occasionally drives? Somehow I can't imagine her in anything less. She's not the sort for a small family car.
Train currently 7 mins late. I have a 20 min change at Norwich...let's hope it doesn't get much later. I've done enough running today.
Yes, be sure to tell him about the zombie army.
We have two large black things (Anthea&Co plus Mrs H's security) and a small blue convertible Jag. Do you have a preference?
If you're driving, it's up to you. I've only got my work bag and a rucksack with some clothes in.
I think if I spoke to this bloke he'd have a heart attack.
Oh pick the Jag! Pick the Jag!
And the black eye thing could be so much worse. When my niece was learning to walk she skipped the lesson on stopping and developed this tendency to run straight into objects. Pretty early in the game, she dashed headfirst into a table leg and had this amazing bruise over one and and half her forehead. I babysat two days later when the bruises had just turned really godawful purple. There is nothing more awkward than standing in line in a grocery with a 13 month old with a hugely bruised face. People think the worst things at you.
Good luck getting there and have fun. Also, flash your badge at your carriage-mate. That might help.
Later gator,
Bronwyn
Bronwyn - if L has no preference, I'm definitely taking the Jag. And yeah, that does sound incredibly awkward. People are always ready to assume the worst.
Bronwyn - I'm sure he'll cope. We don't really do 'badge flashing' it's bad form to ever show your warrant card unless you have to. And I'm fairly sure it would just make him think I'm a thug with a fake warrant card, out to trick him.
I hate ever being the centre of attention, so when I look like this I always think people are staring at me.
Don't worry, panda. I know the stares aren't fun, but you'll heal up soon enough.
On my second train. Due to leave on time.
Don't worry, panda
Thanks for your unending care and support...(I'm trying hard to think of an animal analogy for you).
I think I'm in the wrong job for not liking people staring, to be honest.
You're in the wrong relationships for it too, given Sherlock ability to make a scene wherever he goes. It's probably a Learning Experience for you or something.
I'm trying too now, with little success, although Mycroft says camel. I could store tea in my hump?
When you're sleepy, and wearing your brownish jumper, you look a bit like a sloth...all bleary eyed. But that sort of sounds rude. Because you're very un-sloth-like really.
Not sure about camel. They always look a bit haughty.
I think he picked them for the awkward legs, and perhaps for the aim. They can spit with ferocious accuracy.
Not that you're soliciting suggestions, but I think maybe duck-billed platypus? Because of the cuddliness, sure, but also because they seem to have contradictory natures, and I like the aptness for you: doctor, soldier, and supernanny.
(Also, you are very much responsible for this trip! Who else cuddled the boys and woke Mycroft up in time for the dawn and just made sure they felt loved all the time?)
Innie - very good suggestion. They've got poisonous spikes on their back feet, haven't they? but they look so cuddly...
Although with that explanation, Danger, Camel makes more sense.
Camel billed platypus?
I'm not a doctor or a soldier anymore though. Not really.
Platypus sounds all right. Duck billed camel?
Duck billed camelpus is just silly.
You are a doctor and a soldier. You have to be with these boys.
Camel billed Nanny?
Are we going straight to the beach, or to the windmill, then the beach? (That's a sentence I never thought I'd write...)
I dunno, I think Danger would make a good corgi. Sure, they look small and cuddly and slightly silly, but they're cattle herding dogs, and anything corgi-sized that goes running around nipping at cow's legs has got to be brave. Plus they're intelligent, agile, make good family dogs, are also used as watchdogs, and tend to herd anything that moves (small children, Detective Inspectors...)
The clincher, of course, being that corgis look adorable in jumpers.
I do like corgis.
L - whichever you like. Mrs H has a picnic basket at the beach already, so there'll be stuff for dinner - I assume you haven't eaten?
The Royal Family might steal you away from us if they hear we have a super-nanny who resembles a corgi...
I had two cups of coffee and a twix on the other train. And Sal brought me a croissant when she got into work this morning.
You do realize that people in actual war zones eat better than you do, right?
You've seen me eat like a horse in the evenings. And it was a very nice croissant, from the French place down the road.
The Yard canteen offering of grey porridge or antique toast just wasn't that appetising. And I didn't feel like a fry up at that time of the morning.
Nearly with you, I think. Am I looking for you, or a Jag? Do we get to run towards each other along the platform in slow motion, through the steam from the train?
No, but you can do that wit the Jag if you like.
If your there, I won't even be glancing at the Jag. Pulling into the station now.
You say the sweetest things.
If you do that, I demand photographic proof. Just so you know.
Later gator,
Bronwyn
Bronwyn - it was a tatty, deserted station with an ugly diesel train. And my normal running is fairly slow-motion, so we went for walking.
And I'd never have allowed Danger to pick the Jag if I'd realised how hard it is to give someone a decent kiss in one. 4x4 would have been far better.
We're now on the way to the beach. Danger is grinning like a lunatic whilst driving. I may be grinning like a lunatic too.
When I was fourteen or so, I worked at a fair by the sea over a long weekend...between the wind and sun I got a burn like a mask under my eyes and over the bridge of my nose. It blistered and kept randomly bursting into my eyes. I had to go to school with it like that...the reactions were pretty funny.
Remember, sunscreen is good!
Don't worry, Jessica, Mrs H has every holiday related item in the world with her. It's only a bit sunny now. Think it'll be rain showers later, but I doubt we'll leave too late tonight. The boys need sleep before school tomorrow.
Hey, will you describe, or even better, scan, Sherlock's picture?
Yep, it's in the post L's just done.
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