Today was sports day at Sherlock's school, and a good time was had by all, despite the rain. The kids were there from the usual time in the morning, though Sherlock says they didn't manage much in the way of lessons. More running around excitedly and hindering the older children who were helping the teachers set up, I suspect.
Mycroft and I got there about ten minutes late. In those ten minutes Sherlock had consumed, by stealth and cunning, a quantity of cake that Mrs T found so alarming that the first words out of her mouth when she saw me were, "He mustn't have any more!" A variety of things Sherlock potentially shouldn't have any more of flashed through my mind, so I was actually quite relieved when she explained.
There was a sack race, which Sherlock summed up thusly: "Everyone fell down." Accurate reporting. Highly amusing to watch.
Lestrade showed up a bit after that. I didn't spot him immediately, though I was looking around after I got his comment. Turned out that's because my eyes had drifted right past the the man in the center of a sea of five year olds, assuming he was a teacher, or someone with cake. But no, it was Lestrade, with the majority of Sherlock's class, all of whom wanted to know if he'd brought more fingerprinting gear for them to play with.
I would've gone over to hear his explanations, which I'm sure were entertaining, but I was being talked at by several of the mothers of Sherlock's classmates.
It's...odd. I know all their faces and usually which child is theirs. I only know about half of them by name. All of them know me, because I'm the only man there regularly. The fathers do show up on occasion, but I met most of them for the first time yesterday. Several of them said, "Oh, yes, she told me about you," in a tone of voice that made me wonder just what they'd been told.
At any rate, I was talking to... It might not be the best idea to put their real names here? I don't know. Let's call them A and B. I like A and B. I've had chats with them before, waiting for class to let out. We were joined by X and Y. I don't know X well as she tends to turn up with a driver and wait in the car for her daughter. A knows X socially and likes her; B knows Y socially and apparently loathes her. Y clearly feels the same way.
Lost yet? I was, and it's probably worse without names, like an especially torturous maths problem. The result was that Y decided to ignore B and by extension A and focus on me, with excessive leaning and lipstick and arm clutching. She had talons. They were extremely pink.
Eventually L came over to rescue me. I really only wanted an exit from the conversation, but he provided quite a lot more. I'll admit his technique was effective, especially when he just about draped himself over me from behind and patted my bum.
This is getting awfully long, so I'll leave you with that image and do the rest of the day tomorrow, unless L wants to cover it.
Mycroft and I got there about ten minutes late. In those ten minutes Sherlock had consumed, by stealth and cunning, a quantity of cake that Mrs T found so alarming that the first words out of her mouth when she saw me were, "He mustn't have any more!" A variety of things Sherlock potentially shouldn't have any more of flashed through my mind, so I was actually quite relieved when she explained.
There was a sack race, which Sherlock summed up thusly: "Everyone fell down." Accurate reporting. Highly amusing to watch.
Lestrade showed up a bit after that. I didn't spot him immediately, though I was looking around after I got his comment. Turned out that's because my eyes had drifted right past the the man in the center of a sea of five year olds, assuming he was a teacher, or someone with cake. But no, it was Lestrade, with the majority of Sherlock's class, all of whom wanted to know if he'd brought more fingerprinting gear for them to play with.
I would've gone over to hear his explanations, which I'm sure were entertaining, but I was being talked at by several of the mothers of Sherlock's classmates.
It's...odd. I know all their faces and usually which child is theirs. I only know about half of them by name. All of them know me, because I'm the only man there regularly. The fathers do show up on occasion, but I met most of them for the first time yesterday. Several of them said, "Oh, yes, she told me about you," in a tone of voice that made me wonder just what they'd been told.
At any rate, I was talking to... It might not be the best idea to put their real names here? I don't know. Let's call them A and B. I like A and B. I've had chats with them before, waiting for class to let out. We were joined by X and Y. I don't know X well as she tends to turn up with a driver and wait in the car for her daughter. A knows X socially and likes her; B knows Y socially and apparently loathes her. Y clearly feels the same way.
Lost yet? I was, and it's probably worse without names, like an especially torturous maths problem. The result was that Y decided to ignore B and by extension A and focus on me, with excessive leaning and lipstick and arm clutching. She had talons. They were extremely pink.
Eventually L came over to rescue me. I really only wanted an exit from the conversation, but he provided quite a lot more. I'll admit his technique was effective, especially when he just about draped himself over me from behind and patted my bum.
This is getting awfully long, so I'll leave you with that image and do the rest of the day tomorrow, unless L wants to cover it.
51 comments:
Ah, the good old possessive boyfriend ploy. My friends and I used to go swing dancing, and I once lent my boyfriend to another friend trying to avoid dancing with a creepy guy.
You do realize those mothers are going to be gossiping about you and Lestrade for weeks to come, right?
Sounds like everyone had fun at sports day. :D
"Everyone fell down"
*snorts* Glad it was fun for everyone. Did Sherlock and Mycroft run together?
I really only wanted an exit from the conversation, but he provided quite a lot more.
I always aim to go the extra mile in my services to those in distress. You know the slogan 'working together for a safer London'. That was us, working together, to make your square metre of London safer.
Annoyedwabbit - I'm sure they gossip about him anyway.
Lupe - they did, in the kid's three-legged race. Danger and I did the grown-ups. Although we may have been more juvenile than the kids...
It was nice eing there and seeing everyone. Feel a bit more part of the place now I know who Danger's talking about. Although school politics between parents is mind bogglingly complex.
Lestrade surrounded by five year old fans sounds adorable (although rather him than me - small children flocking en masse disturb my calm).
Lestrade claiming his... well, what was the conclusion yesterday? NILF? MILF? Glorious handful of gorgeous Danger? Anyway, Lestrade staking his claim also sounds adorable. And hot. Adorably hot.
the sign is nigh
Should I be worried by your tagging? Does the sack race herald the end times? Is the bum-patting a precursor to the arrival of the four horsemen?
Your story of the mothers reminds me of the logic questions we had to do for the GRE (our exam to get into grad school). "If the runner in lane 2 is wearing red shorts and the runner in lane 5 is wearing blue and Tom can't be next to anyone wearing green..." Everyone always hated those but I always found them to have far more practical applications in life than advanced Trig.
john, your blog is a delight to read. lestrade calling you 'Danger' is ridiculously endearing and always makes me smile. (:
sherlock and mycroft: you are very lucky to have john and lestrade, and they are very lucky to have you. my love and best wishes to all of you. ♥
x
This blog entry is a series of delightful images. And I'm sure being the only man around is not the only reason the mummies all know you, but it's even nicer to know that you have a couple of pals in the crowd.
Ah pity the mothers. Couple of hot blokes and they only have eyes for each other! Depressing that.
(well Lestrade might cheat with the Triumph now and then...)
Nameless - flocking 5 yr olds are terrifying to most people! I don't know how Mrs T copes!
John is adorable hot. Especially so when he's flustered and his ears go pink.
June - hello, not sure I've seen your name here before. John is delightful in many ways. And i feel lucky and privileged to have the 3 of them in my life, for certain.
(welcome to the madness. Don't be shy!)
Kholly - those sorts of questions were the reason I bunked off school to go down the woods and smoke...well, partly.
Innie - the only man, gorgeous, friendly and generally trying to hang on to a hyperactive five year old who's cleverer than most of them, plus two dogs who look like they eat small children...dunno why anyone would notice Danger at the school gates!
Rider - they should only have eyes for their significant others. And keep their eyes firmly off my Doctor. :) (or is he Sherlock's doctor...probably.)
annoyedwabbit - the gossip will be entirely L's fault for showing up in his bike gear, looking gorgeous.
Anon - Does the sack race herald the end times?
Ha! No, several of those tags were meant for parts of the post I didn't get to because it got too long, so the sign, Sally, and she who must be obeyed are all for next time. (Although the world is only figuratively coming to an end, promise. I just felt that tag under used.)
june - welcome! Glad to entertain, and yes, we certainly are lucky to have Sherlock and Mycroft in our lives.
innie - Most of them are very nice people, which I suppose isn't surprising since they took the trouble to find this school for their children rather than trying to fit their children to a school that wasn't suited for them. I do like A and B particularly though.
Glad someone asked, I was getting nervous. Actually, as you haven't really answered, still am nervous.
So, how many of you are excited that term has finished?
Me!
Lestrade when does your term end? When you play the rugby match?
There was more cake today, and Mrs T said she'd make my favourite one again when we dig the pond.
Lestrade - nervous about the sign being nigh, or She Who Must Be Obeyed? (Am assuming you're not nervous of Sally :-p )Lestrade - nervous about the sign being nigh, or She Who Must Be Obeyed? (Am assuming you're not nervous of Sally :-p )
The sign. Although given the last time I spoke to she who must be obeyed I should probably be more nervous about that.
Sherlock, my term never ends. I don't even get time off for good behaviour.
June: Welcome! We're mostly friendly here and those that aren't get ignored. :D
Sherlock & Mycroft: So did you guys do well in the three legged race together? Or was there more falling down? Did you end up laughing a lot?
Sherlock: I'm glad your term is over too! Maybe you can write an entry on just what you plan to do with your summer. Or you could just tell me here!
Mycroft: You are a fantastic older brother as well as person, have I repeated that lately?
John: Are you planning on introducing the extra small one to Molly? Have you heard from Sally on whether or not they can get you in to the game?
Greg: I must admit, five year olds can be a bit intimidating but you have the upper hand, remember that! You control the fingerprinting supplies. However, if you are surrounded by two and unders, sit down. Let them sit on your lap, and the worst of the danger will have passed :D
My early 'reader' LittleL is once again content to curl up on my lap and 'read.' She's quiet but ever so affectionate, and she's got holding the books right side up consistently now, and will correct it if someone has it upside-down. After each book she's taken for asking for kisses, which means she wants me to lean down so she can kiss my cheek! It's a smile making day!
My brother called today and wants to come visit for a day this weekend so I'll probably be scarce a bit then. Then I've also got an appointment with a doctor to see about becoming a surrogate. We'll see how that goes. I'm nervous.
Can't wait for Sports Day Part II!
Tink - I don't know who it scared more, me or the parents of the kids, when they all descended and started talking to me and holding my hands and stuff. As far as all the parents knew I was just some random scruff who'd wandered in off the street. And kids always scare me when they show that level of trust in someone they've only met once.
But did they really trust you just because they had met you once, or because they knew that your job makes you a "good guy?"
Tink - don't think I ever said how pleased it went last weekend. Hope you have a good time with your brother again.
Sherlock - more cake today and promises of your favourite cake both sound great
Anon - that, and also they may've only met him once, but I'm sure they've heard about him from Sherlock a fair amount too. And probably from me as well now that I think about it.
Hobbit: It was SO COOL. We've reverted into basically how our relationship was during highschool. Which was that we couldn't trust anyone but each other, so we were really close. Yes, we made friends (with the other odds and ends and outcasts), but no matter what, we had each other. I know it's because our relationship is bright shiny new again and we'll probably relax in a few months, but right now we're revelling in it.
Greg: It's like Nonny said: they trust you because you are one of the good guys. Kids learn early on you should trust the police, and they remember you. Also they like you! Did you explain to the parents who you were at any point? Other than John's other half?
On the way home. What a day. Need a run to sort my head out.
Excellent. I have plans for you.
Oh yes?
Have the boys eaten? It'll be a bit late by the time we're back, won't it?
Yeah, I fed them earlier. there's leftovers in the fridge for us.
what you're saying is that I can't put this off any more, right?
I'll get my trainers.
This isn't so bad right?
No. Yes. I'll tell you tomorrow when I can't move.
It's a million times better than when I smoked, I'll give you that.
He's a sadist.
And apparently he'd like you to believe we just got back! It was quite a moderate run, and I don't think either of us will be in severe pain tomorrow. So there.
I wasn't referring to the run. Just generally.
I'm sure you'd rather have Molly working on you during the match then.
No! Christ, all she does is say 'What hurts?...THIS??' and grabs you. I swear last year City were paying her or something.
If you make Molls do the first aid you really ARE a sadist.
Run was good. Well, more of a jog, really. But it was good. Feels odd, not hacking up a lung halfway around and desperate for a fag afterward. Now I just mildly fancy a smoke...mmmmm....stop me thinking about it!
Ha. Well, I'm sure she found out what hurt fast enough!
Yeah, it was good. I'm not used to running with anyone else, but this went really well.
Hm. What form would prefer this distraction to take?
I trust you, Doc, to come up with the very best cure.
(Is it okay to replace a nicotine addiction with a Danger addiction?)
Lestrade, I'm told by ex smokers that the craving can be helped by putting something else in your mouth.
I'm pretty sure I don't cause cancer, so you ought to be safe.
Rider - I've heard that, too...
Danger - no, just diabetes, 'cause you're so sweet.
I am rolling my eyes at you, a lot.
Watch it, you'll get dizzy.
If you want the earth to move, I shall try to oblige...
Not too stiff...from the run?
Still quite pliable, I believe.
I think I will be able to take anything you've got on that front, Danger.
Stretching...panting...increased heart rate... I'm sure you'll have me perfectly fit in no time.
Excellent. I'll make sure you get a thorough workout.
Work out
in
up
down
all around.
I like thorough.
Just remember to put me back together again, once you've taken me apart, Doc?
Don't worry, I nearly always remember to put my patients back together when I've finished with them.
Well, the important bits, at least.
You can leave the rest 'til morning.
Y'know, no point in putting all of me back together, just to take me apart all over again...
Quite right. We might as well be efficient about it so we can fit more in.
Yes. Efficient. Prepared.
Don't want any cock ups. No, hang on...cock ups are...err...oh, now I'm confused. ;)
I think we'd better go to bed and sort it out there.
I love it when a plan comes together.
(And not just a plan...)
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