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| At a tube station I go through pretty often - nice to see Harrow up there, makes me think of Mycroft. |
Hmmm. Maybe Lestrade's pasta with X number of cheeses - I think it's meant to be quattro formagio or something, but it's not really four; it varies from three to seven. It's cheesy and delicious. There might be cream as well? Not sure.
Before I knew him and ate his pasta of many cheeses, it was probably the chocolate cake my mum used to make on very special occasions - older relative's birthdays and things like that. It was chocolate cake with chocolate chips in it and some kind of butterscotch frosting. Delicious.
I went to get Mycroft from school today - out on the tube, where I took the above picture, and back in Anthea's 4x4 with her, Mycroft, two large bags of things Mycroft's decided he doesn't need at school, and two even larger dogs.
Dropped Anthea off, took Mycroft and dogs to the park, where the dogs ran as if they'd been confined for a month, which I know they haven't been. At what age do enormous hounds of indeterminate lineage start to calm down?
Mycroft and I walked and talked for a while and then went to fetch Sherlock. The dogs got many hugs from Sherlock's classmates. I don't think they've seen them since Mycroft went to school. There was a lot of face licking and vaguely concerned look from some of the parents, whether about dog germs or their children getting eaten, I'm not sure.
And now, as L said in his post, everyone's here, and it's warm and cosy and generally perfect. One of those nights you wish could last forever.
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mmm The cake sounds gorgeous, Doc.
Love the new tag. ;)
You can remove that tag right now John Danger Coltson.
Aww. I thought you were gonna go for "Watstang," Lestrade.
John, did you guys get around to grading Lestrade's looks? I'm sure you're getting a prime specimen right now...
You might need a 'John Cheeky Tail Watson" tag Lestal.. I mean Lestrade.
"Watstang" sort of sounds like a form of Kung Fu or something.
Rider - he's already got three tags on my blog! Not sure I can fit 'John Cheekily-Cocked-Tail Watson' on there. And watch it. I can go off people.
L - can't make me!
I remove all of your cheesy pasta rights until it's gone. And swirly biscuit rights (if there are any left to deny you). And...other rights. Oats. That sort of thing. No hands in my pouch, either.
You wouldn't!
try me
Lestrade - is that really a path you want to start down? I mean, if you deny John his salt licks and oats, where does that leave you?
John - the chocolate and butterscotch cake sounds lovely, as does Lestrade's pasta with cheeses.
Welcome home, Mycroft :-)
I am trying you. I am, as my mum used to say, very trying.
Nameless - suppose it leaves me with my own right...hoof? Hmm...I see your point.
It'll just be pasta and biscuits he's denied then. And pouches.
Danger...are you trying very very hard?
Trying my hardest, as always, Lestallion.
Don't make me get the riding crop out.
(I'm sure a year ago, when your new employer was setting you to work she didn't imagine that 12 months later there'd be a Met police DI threatening to spank you with a riding crop for being a cheeky beggar.)
Not sure I can fit 'John Cheekily-Cocked-Tail Watson' on there. And watch it
I bet you watch that tail all the time. No matter where it is.
Ha! I'm quite sure I never imagined it either!
Really? Huh. I've imagined it quite a few times.
;)
Oh, I see! This is nothing to do with my tag, you were just looking for an excuse to try out your new toy...
I think you've been practicing reverse psychology. You want me to punish you, therefore attempt to goad me.
I remain ungoaded. And whilst you are a cheeky beggar (or bugger), I would never crop you.
There are far more effective ways to make you beg.
But denying me pasta and pouches and...what's a biscuit that starts with P? is just cruel.
I'm a cruel bloke.
Come and have a cuddle.
I promise not to tease you. Much.
Piparkakut, John
Ah, thanks. L, make me piparkakut...whatever those are.
I can deny you piparkakut too, if you insist, yes.
I can't be the only one here who knows these cookies!
Piparkakut recipe:
http://www.cookies-for-christmas.com/recipe.php?recipeid=291
Remind me a little bit of gingersnaps.
L - I am sure you meant can't there, not can.
DW - they sound good, especially if you use butter instead of margarine.
You were looking for something else beginning with P that I could deny you!
You're now not allowed pouches, pasta or Piparkakut.
You brought it upon yourself.
So I get all the other biscuits? I can live with that.
You may be able to earn other biscuit privileges back. If you really try.
I see that tag is still there.
The tag is here to stay.
Sherlock will doubtless enjoy your share of biscuits. He is a growing boy.
:(
Oh God.
I can't...
Right, Danger-Borg. I get it. Resistance is futile. I will shower you with biscuits and pasta and let you back in my pouch.
:)
You're sweet. And I thought you said you could resist that look on me and Sherlock equally well.
The tag is very complimentary really, if you think about it...
Yeah, well, sometimes I can.
Not today though.
You fold faster than superman on laundry day. Soft apeth :-p
I suppose I don't really need another tag for you. I do have at least three already.
Nameless - as if any of you could have held out against his little crumply face staring up at you.
Danger - it's fine, keep it. I shall watch out for it appearing on future posts.
My face is not crumply!
It is when you pout.
Your bottom lip looks like a spare shelf for the kitchen it stick out so far. I could fit the ketchup, mustard, two jam jars and the mayo onto it.
I am a grown man, and I do not pout! Lies, all lies.
Well, you're nearly grown...I mean, like, 95%?
And you do pout. If you put your hands on your hips you'd look even more like Sherlock.
And stamp my foot and toss my curls?
stamp your hoof and toss your mane. Possible swish your tail.
C'mon, we should go to bed. Undoubtedly the day tomorrow will be filled with fun and frolics. Ice skating, food, and whatever mysterious evening you've got planned ...
My cocked tail?
Sounds wonderful. Maybe Sherlock will go and jump on Mycroft tomorrow and let us sleep in.
Maybe.
Or maybe he'll try and cook us all breakfast again and I'll get woken with a handful of egg or something.
Or we'll get jumped on by one small boy and two large dogs...
How old does he need to be before we get a lock on the door?
How old does he need to be before we get a lock on the door?
I've been giving that question serious thought, believe me.
if it makes it any more acceptable, you can lock us in, rather than him out :D
Ha. I will at least start making it clear to him that leaping on us in the morning is not on and knocking would be a good idea.
He asked if he could shave me this morning. 'for practice'. I blame X for that, obviously, for giving Lestallion stubble.
Me saying no was when he decided to embark on his campaign of theft, I think.
For practice! Exactly how soon does he plan on reaching puberty...
You know what he's like - doesn't think he can grow up fast enough.
Right. We can probably get...4 or 5 hours of glorious sleep.
Night all.
Have a good night. Er, morning now.
Being neither parent nor nanny to the boy wonder, I officially disclaim all responsibility for any and all ideas of the Sherlockian variety, thankyouverymuch. ;)
Hope you get a smidge of a lie in tomorrow, or that Mycroft can at least run Sherlock interference for a bit (sorry, Mycroft ;)).
Thank you for answering my question, John! Lestrade's pasta sounds amazing, and truly something to be savored!
Omg that's my second favourite Tube station, it's right up the street from my uni. Hee!
Sorry all, I've been faithfully reading the blog but between patchy Internet service and viral infections from work I haven't got much to say! Except that I've been loving the posts and X's awesome drawings...and I'm glad Lestrade is getting lots of hugs.
Pere, which one's your favorite?
That would be Liverpool Street. :) The glorious bustle, the Cornish pasty stall, and the fact that it's a hop and a skip from Brick Lane, Spitalfields and Bishopsgate...so much love. ♥
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