Well, that's my two days at the surgery done. We'll see when she wants me next. Not for a while I'd imagine, or she would've said before I left. It was all right. Strange. Very... I don't know. Just very different from what I was used to, I suppose. I kept looking around and expecting to be somewhere else entirely.
L came for lunch today, or rather brought us lunch today - he brought a sandwich for Sarah as well, which was kind, and showed up on his bike looking rugged and manly and turning heads, as he does (and denies doing). He and Sarah seemed to get on well, which was nice. He insists she likes me, which... I don't know? Wasn't paying attention. If so, it doesn't seem to be making things awkward, so that's all right.
It's the last day of the month, and I still have quite a few unanswered questions. A lot of them are 'what's your favourite' or 'pick just one' sorts of question, which apparently I find really difficult. Here are some answers.
Random Anon Lurker asked about Americanisms or Canadianisms, and this isn't quite that, but it is the first thing I thought of when I read the question:
L came for lunch today, or rather brought us lunch today - he brought a sandwich for Sarah as well, which was kind, and showed up on his bike looking rugged and manly and turning heads, as he does (and denies doing). He and Sarah seemed to get on well, which was nice. He insists she likes me, which... I don't know? Wasn't paying attention. If so, it doesn't seem to be making things awkward, so that's all right.
It's the last day of the month, and I still have quite a few unanswered questions. A lot of them are 'what's your favourite' or 'pick just one' sorts of question, which apparently I find really difficult. Here are some answers.
Random Anon Lurker asked about Americanisms or Canadianisms, and this isn't quite that, but it is the first thing I thought of when I read the question:
You can find the rest of the series here.
Tink wanted to know my favourite food, which I've sort of already answered, but not quite. Favourite food and favourite dish aren't really the same. So...probably cheese. Cheese with apples. Or with pasta. Or with anything really. I like cheddar and all the normal sorts and recently this one L brought home that I can't remember the name of. It's spreadable and starts with R I think. Very garlicky.
Innie wanted to know what I'd cook if I could cook anything... I thought about this for ages and it's suddenly come to me just now: naan. I would eat it all the time.
DW wanted to know what I've been doing during the day when everyone's out. Good question. I'm not sure I know. Reading, cleaning a bit, pretending to organise things. The occasional stab at cooking. Being useless, generally.
Someone whose name I failed to write down (sorry!) wanted to know: What are your hopes for the future for Sherlock and Mycroft?
I want them to be happy. In whatever way suits them best. That's all.
And that just leaves Pip, who wanted my favourite memory from the military. Still thinking about that one, but I didn't forget.
If anyone has more, feel free to ask. It makes blog entries much easier to write.
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Being useless, generally.
Won't often say this to you, Danger, but: Utter bollocks.
You're not useless! You somehow keep us all going, in the right place at the right time, dressed appropriately in clean clothes. You keep the flat running smoothly, I know Mrs H and Mrs T both adore your company, you come and help me get through the worse days and a whole myriad of other things.
Don't do yourself down.
And come and have that massage.
All right. Thanks.
And, maybe the most important thing, to these three lost souls you found out on the moors, is that all three of us know that you're there for us. I mean, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, you're there for us when we need it. And maybe a lot of the time that doesn't feel like much, to you, but I know it means a hell of a lot to me, Mycroft and Sherlock. A hell of a lot. And I hope you know we're all here for you too.
I do know that, I promise. And it means the world to me.
I think that L has the anti-uselessness comments well covered, so I'll instead focus on CORNER GAS. JOHN. As if you weren't awesome enough already with your Discworld reading and Cabin Pressure listening and general BAMF-itude. BUT CORNER GAS. There are serious hearts coming toward you from Canada right now.
What Lestrade said. (At least the parts about putting yourself down, and how extremely not-useless you are. :) )
But...I remember when I was in second or third grade, and my mom went back to school. Seems she was sitting in the park one day with my little sister (who must have been 3 or 4 at the time) and realized that her entire adult conversation for the day consisted of comparing the color of babies' poop.
She came home and got the forms to enroll in graduate school that very afternoon.
You're not quite in such a dire predicament, but...yeah. You can do more, and you want to. You'll figure it out. Maybe temping at the surgery will do it, if there's enough, and maybe not, but you'll figure it out.
(I should say...she didn't go back to work until we were all in school--maybe 15 years after going back for her MA--and she only went to evening classes, but she did feel that she could do more and she did.)
Oh, John. So cute and so delusional. You and useless don't belong in the same universe, let alone the same sentence. Just think of all the joy your underwear modeling alone spread!
Congratulations on doing your thirty days (bread and water)! May you sleep the sleep of the just tonight, as if you were pillowed on fragrant stacks of naan. (Promise me, if you do cook naan, that you'll only swear in Tamil as you do so.)
I'm sure he's happy to sleep on fragrant stacks of Lestrade.
Not touching that!
Hey! Congrats to both of you on successfully blogging through November!! *sets off virtual fireworks*
CORNER GAS!
Seriously, Canada loves you right now.
*Hugs*
Agreeing with X and Pommery here - Corner Gas. *Doffs hat* As if we didn't already think you were awesome, you went and proved it.
Congratulations on the month of blogging, John and Greg!
You should be ashamed of yourself, John. Advocating the destruction of innocent melons by posting that clip. For shame.
I may or may not spend the rest of the day watching this series...
Congrats on those first two successful days at the surgery! I'm sure it did feel a little strange, but hopefully still familiar.
Mazarin - thanks. Familiar in a way I suppose, yeah.
DW - and there are for more series after that one. Have fun!
Corner Gas fans - and now I know who all the Canadians are. ;)
I've watched three so far. Why hasn't this show made it down to the States?! You crafty Canadians. What else are you keeping secret?
How did you find the show, Doc?
I'll post about it. Bit of a long story.
I had to stop watching because the movers are here (!), but so, so funny. Thanks for sharing!
At last! I feel like congratulations are in order somehow.
That's brilliant, DW! Is it really yours? Do you even remember what you own after so long?
(have to say, it's the first time anyone's ever come and interrupted my cooking to gleefully tell me that some movers have arrived on the other side of the world, as Danger just did! Testament to what good news it is!)
DW--S'Marvelous!
Thanks, guys! I'm so pleased I can't tell you.
It is my stuff for sure, but I did manage to forget I owned some of it. I have two more dressers than I remember and an extra night stand. I feel hono(u)red to have interrupted your cooking. :)
DW, are you sure they are yours? Could they be strays that are sneaking their way into your house and your affection?
(Who says the alien invaders have to be animate?)
Who says the alien invaders have to appear to be animate?
Fixed.
It wasn't a problem, DW. Stopped Sherlock incessantly asking what the surprise was (given he'd watched me prep it all, there wasn't one for him). And Danger will find out shortly, when we sit down to eat.
Congrats, DW! That's fantastic! Here's to a successful reaquaintance with all of your stuff and the creation of a comfortable home (finally!)
D: Rider. If I have nightmares tonight about furniture trying to eat me, I'll know who to blame.
So, Doc. What's the surprise?
Congratulations on the arrival of your stuff! (There was a spooky sf story about aliens disguising themselves as clothes hangers. I'd interrogate your new furniture.)
The surprise is chicken breasts stuffed with ricotta and pesto, and it's delicious!
Mmmmmmm.
You realize you are just asking for us all to invite ourselves to dinner... :D
I'd interrogate your new furniture
Might be tricky. Where do you shine the single bright light to intimidate things that don't have eyes? Making them stay in one place for a long time alone won't have the desired effect either.
Lestrade's Roboccop around here? Any tips or tricks?
Me? No, sorry. I could get Danger to glare at it via Skype for you? A grade one glare should scare everything you own.
DW - brilliant news :-)
DW: Hooray!
Maybe you could hit it/poke it with a stick and see if it says "ouch" or transforms?
Congratulations DW. What's it like having furniture that everyone is convinced is a transformed alien?
It's those mysterious extra pieces--one is positively forced to consider aliens!
I saw these and immediately thought of Sherlock. Degus are cute!
http://www.zooborns.com/zooborns/2011/12/dig-those-baby-degus.html
Those are damn cute Degus.
Person I was talking to today had a little Jack Russel crossed with...something...puppy. It spent a long time licking and chewing my hand. It was also very cute. I was quite tempted to put it in my pocket when we left. But Mycroft's two could've breathed it in and not even noticed. So I'll just be glad they're back at the end of next week.
Just flying by to let you know just HOW amused I am at the place in the film being called 'flat'. The filmmakers should really, really come and spend some time in the Netherlands.
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