Photos of soldiers, taken before, during, and after Afghanistan. I don't really know what to say. I didn't know you could see the difference.
Let's see...still cold. Still no snow. We have Mycroft and Anthea and two large, excited dogs home. Sherlock is besieging his brother with Quite Interesting facts, such as that the Earth apparently has two moons and that there's a jellyfish with 200 foot long tentacles. On the haircut front, he alternately wants a mohawk, a shaved head, or no haircut at all, so no real progress there, although I think he's getting a bit frustrated struggling to keep his hat on.
Mycroft says school is going fairly well 'for school', which I suppose is the best you can ask from school. He also says that it sometimes seems calculated to let you learn as little as possible and that people would be better off just reading. Glad it wasn't just me, then. I remember times when I had so much homework to do there was no time left to try to understand any of it.
They're both interested in L's latest case. Less so now that all the bits have been found, although Sherlock would very much like to help Molly put them all together. Never in my life did I think I'd write a sentence even remotely similar to that.
A short story from the day Sherlock lost his tooth: we were walking back from school and he was showing it to...basically everyone. One of them was an older woman, about of an age to be his grandmother and clearly accustomed to children showing her odd things, because when he did...
S: Look, it just came out today!
Her: That's lovely, dear. Now put it back where you found it.
Let's see...still cold. Still no snow. We have Mycroft and Anthea and two large, excited dogs home. Sherlock is besieging his brother with Quite Interesting facts, such as that the Earth apparently has two moons and that there's a jellyfish with 200 foot long tentacles. On the haircut front, he alternately wants a mohawk, a shaved head, or no haircut at all, so no real progress there, although I think he's getting a bit frustrated struggling to keep his hat on.
Mycroft says school is going fairly well 'for school', which I suppose is the best you can ask from school. He also says that it sometimes seems calculated to let you learn as little as possible and that people would be better off just reading. Glad it wasn't just me, then. I remember times when I had so much homework to do there was no time left to try to understand any of it.
They're both interested in L's latest case. Less so now that all the bits have been found, although Sherlock would very much like to help Molly put them all together. Never in my life did I think I'd write a sentence even remotely similar to that.
A short story from the day Sherlock lost his tooth: we were walking back from school and he was showing it to...basically everyone. One of them was an older woman, about of an age to be his grandmother and clearly accustomed to children showing her odd things, because when he did...
S: Look, it just came out today!
Her: That's lovely, dear. Now put it back where you found it.
93 comments:
Don't know what to say about those pictures either.
Except I love you just how you are.
I might buy Sherlock one of those big hats with ear flaps that buckle under his chin.
School...homework...I'm glad Mycroft's got you.
L - Thank you. I love you too.
The hat...with all his hair springing out from the edges...yeah. I like it. Good plan.
If I go to Lestrade's lessons on being a policeman with you then I could help!
And why did Nameless think you'd want to be dirty? Don't you have to have baths at a conference? I don't want to have a bath for the whole time we're there. And you can't really put teeth back in, can you, because Lestrade could have put his back in otherwise.
The link to the photos doesn't work right on my iPod Touch, so I'll have to look at them after Shabbat on my computer.
Sherlock, sometimes adult teeth can be reimplanted if you have the whole tooth and get to a dentist fast enough.
(Not touching the "dirty weekend" bit. :))
I hope that this semester is going more smoothly than the last one, Mycroft. And I suspect you are quite right about learning more from reading books than from hours of spit-back oriented homework. Of course, there are things that you can only learn by dealing with other people, even if they aren't officially being taught by the school. Which you already know.
Good luck on that snow you're supposed to get Saturday night, and Shabbat shalom--have a fun weekend, all!
Oooh, the lady's reaction is awesome! I'd love to see Sherlock's face when she said this!
War, it changes people. My cousin Pavel's friends from Siberia were in Chechnya conflict. 80% of them came back addicted to heroin and with the stories they told me - no wonder. I knew some of them before, we used to hang out on the streets and in the parks and fool around. I was about Sherlock's age, they were mostly bit older than Mycroft. Most of them are dead now (they would be in their late 30s now, max mid-40s), including a lot of their friends, because living in a small Russian city in the 90s was really hard, ex-soldier or not. Most of them overdosed. My cousin unfortunately overdosed too (I'm sorry if I upset anybody - for me it's just a fact I've made my peace with now and it kinda' had to be said; neglected therapy for the young ex-soldiers and the very depressing environment basically crushed their generation in that region - sometimes problems are infectious and need to be treated, that's I think what I want to say).
I am really really glad that Mrs H found you, John, and you've met the boys and your DI :-) And I'm glad that Dr E made you write this blog.
Sherlock - sometimes you can put a small metal piece into the jaw and screw a tooth, usually a fake one, on it, so it looks like usual one. I don't know if it's possible to do with one's own teeth though.
*sidestepping the dirty question*
And yeah, the hat with ear-flaps plan is seconded! They are awesome! :-)
Ah, thanks, RR, I didn't know you can reimplant the teeth - I thought once they're out, they're out...
Sherlock, a dirty weekend/dirty few days just means Nameless thought that I was hoping to give John a lot of kisses and cuddles and other soppy things.
People used to say it when a couple went away before they were married and spent a weekend together.
Of course, now most people don't mind if you're married or not anyway, so it's just a phrase that stuck.
Sherlock - as L said. And you need a lot more lessons on how to be a policeman than you can get in just a few days, sorry. Don't worry, we'll find plenty to do while he's getting lectured at.
CzechReader - I'm very glad of that too, every day. Thanks.
Mmm. Bet you'll have loads of fun while I'm stuck in class.
Shall we get the train up, or drive? I don't know what parking will be like... I got a room sorted, although how much sleep we'll get with Sherlock in the room, on some sort of crime-holiday high, is debatable.
Drive, I think. It'll give Sherlock a chance to quiz you on your police lessons without traumatising other passengers.
Don't worry, I'll work on wearing him out during the day. Anything we shouldn't miss while we're there?
Um...I can't say I've ever really sampled the more child friendly aspects of the city... but it's a nice place, I'm sure there'll be loads to do.
And I won't worry. I'm sure it'll be fun.
Ha, I see. I'll look some things up online then and you can show me around another time.
Yeah :) I might get a session off, too. I haven't really read the timetable yet.
Things to do in Manchester...
There is a good museum of science and industry, you can see Baby one of the first ever computers, in the main Manchester Museum there are a lot of mummies as I recall. There's the Imperial War Museum in the North.
There's Airkix(www.airkix.com) which is an indoor sky diving set up we sent a group of kids from school as a reward trip. They loved it, it's four and up so Sherlock should be OK.
Oh that looks amazing! He'll love that, thanks. And the mummies too, I'm sure.
Oh, those pictures... I have no words... But thank you for the link. In a very reserved, British way, I am *so* full of admiration for anyone who serves in our armed forces.
Sherlock- yeah, I was talking about Lestrade and John liking soppy stuff. (Although, most of the hotel rooms you get at a conference only have showers, not baths. But that's not really relevant). I hope you enjoy any snow you get this weekend :-)
Mycroft - I'm very glad to see you home for a weekend. I'm sorry school isn't going any better than "fairly well for school". Although that doesn't sound too bad? Are you finding your way through the social labyrinth OK?
Oh, wow. Those pictures - they're absolutely unmistakable, aren't they? You just can't confuse a "before" with a "during" or an "after." John, I hope someone is holding you tight right now.
Mycroft, did you bring lots of schoolwork home with you, or are you going to enjoy a proper holiday?
(John, can you please remind me in which order I should read your two favorite George Orwell books? I'm ordering new stuff from the library.)
Hmm, on totally unrelated note: John, thank you for introducing Titli's Busy Kitchen! We went shopping with my husband yesterday and I asked him what would he like to eat this weekend. When we were at the butcher's he said I could make Titli's Beef Stroganoff - "You know - Bad meat! Bad meat!" :-)
innie - I think it's universal constant for schools anywhere to consider any holidays a great opportunity for assigning a lot of homework with the justifications "it's holidays - not like they're busy then!"
Are you feeling any better, CR?
Mycroft's only home on an exeat weekend, it's not a proper holiday. I think they're fairly kind to the boys for those, as some of them have a long way to travel.
DW - I'm okay today, thank you. :-)
L - got it.
Innie - John, can you please remind me in which order I should read your two favorite George Orwell books? I'm ordering new stuff from the library.
It doesn't really matter in that they're not related to each at all, but I like Down and Out in Paris and London better, and it's arguably less depressing, although neither of them are exactly cheerful.
Glad to hear it, CR. :)
I'm not sure I'm glad I looked at those pictures. I suppose it makes sense though. You feel different, so why wouldn't you look different?
I started Down and Out in Paris and London but never finished it. Maybe I'll try again after my homework today. I think after a certain age you should not have homework anymore. Ugh. :P
CR - I used to be a professor, and I tried to let my kids have their holidays free, though of course I had a number of procrastinators who ended up having to do all of their work over holidays since they weren't doing it during the work week!
John - thanks! I'm looking forward to them.
I wish you all luck for the continuing great haircut debates.
Those pictures - I don't think I can say anything. I guess that when so much inside changes, the outside is bound to reflect that.
I hope you all enjoy the snow, and a wonderful weekend with Mycroft!
right..see this blog background? How do I get one excited six year old, two excited dogs and one excited doc out of this and get them warm and fed? On my side I have one 13 year old, who can probably manage the dog element...I'm lost on the other two though.
You could go in and start the food and leave us out here a little longer...
JUST FIVE MORE MINUTES
You're all heart, you.
5 mins, Sherlock. I'm sure it'll still be here in the morning - more of it, even.
And we're having a fast dinner, like pasta, so you can get to bed, right?
TEN MORE MINUTES??
every minute out here now is a minute later you can come out in the morning, right?
What if I stay out here UNTIL tomorrow morning?
then you'll have a boring day being treated for hypothermia indoors in a boring hospital, I imagine.
D: but snowwwwwwwwww
I knooooowwwwwwww. But your nose is bright red and snotty, your mittens are soaked, so I can only imagine how cold your fingers are, it's nearly ten pm, and you'll need plenty of sleep to enjoy it all tomorrow in the daylight. So come on. I'll carry you if you want.
yes
Excellent. I think with the windchill it's about minus seven. Even the dogs are shivering. But still eating snow...
Hah! Sherlock's reaction reminds me of a cartoon I saw once. Can't find the URL at the moment, but essentially the character got so excited about the snow that he ended up tying himself up like a ball of string. He then proceeded to order his friend to roll him outside!
It was just like that. And now he's flopped over L's shoulder trying to pretend he's not sleepy at all.
Well, enjoy the peaceful night, then!
My thigh is icy and wet from a very wet snow covered shoe melting down it...nice.
I think we all need dry, non-snow covered clothes. I'll go and herd him into his pyjamas.
I mean, unless you want to go back out for five more minutes... :)
I'd love to. Been a long time since I had a snog in the snow :)
But it wouldn't be very fair on him...
I suppose not. You'd better go and put on something dry then. You're thawing all over the floor.
mmm...warm dry hoody. It's only when you put on something so nice and cosy that you realise how cold you were.
Although I almost feel left out with you all in pyjamas...
Right now I'm wishing my pyjamas had feet like Sherlock's. The floor is freezing.
Feet like Sherlock's, or actual feet like mine that don't feel the cold, eh?
Once the boys are fed and in bed you can stuff your hands in my pouch and feet under my legs on the sofa, deal?
Sounds perfect. I'd settle for slippers, but I think the dogs have made off with them. Shall I chop things, or... It looks mostly done?
You can wake Sherlock 'I'm not tired' Holmes up and attempt to keep him upright and conscious enough to eat... it is nearly done.
I'll do my best, but no promises.
Smells wonderful as usual.
I don't think i can liquidise it enough for a drip... as long as he eats enough not to wake up hungry in the middle of the night.
You know...I could drag you outside in your pyjamas and still get that snog in the snow... :)
I'd be all right with that...
biker boots and pyjamas...that's an...interesting combo, doc. C'mon. I doubt there'll be many people out anyway - it's really settling now, even on the roads.
I'm sure it's v fashionable somewhere in the world. Anyway, the boots are fairly warm.
Don't care how fashionable if the result is I get to kiss you when you've got snowflakes on your eyelashes :)
Now i feel like I should really warm you up, though, after going out in that wearing nowt but a thin pair of pyjams.
Mm, yes. In bed, preferably.
You two are just adorable together.
Sweet dreams!
~A from NW
sounds good.
be prepared for Sherlock to sulk when he finds out we've been out in it again, even if it was just on our doorstep...still, he should sleep fairly well, after all that. As should the hounds.
*filled with happee and warm fuzzies*
(Which feels a lot nicer than it sounds. :))
Have a lovely fun morning, guys!
(Before 6:00am does not count as morning, Sherlock--and if you let John and Lestrade have a bit of a lie-in they'll be a lot more fun the rest of the day.:))
Thanks, RR. But 6am is a lie in for me! I can't imagine Sherlock will sleep that long. But hopefully he'll just join us and be quiet...
well, I can hope!
Have a good night's sleep while you can, L!
As I'm sure Sherlock has already noticed (right, Sherlock?) adults are a little odd in that they are a lot more willing and happy to do interesting and fun things--like run around in the snow--when they've had just a little extra sleep in the morning. This is something that baffled me until well into my twenties, but I learned to use to my advantage nonetheless. :)
Mm, think he's also noticed what soft touches we are...
Well, I can hardly fault you liking to see him happy! :)
Seeing all three of them happy is what makes life worth living.
You're a special man, L. * blows a kiss* (Now go to sleep. You have an active and cold day ahead of you! :))
I am. Well, I'm trying. Just thinking.
If it'll make you sleepier to talk...well, I'm here. (Or just if you want to. :))
Thanks, but... I'm okay.
...at 3:30am.
(You know, John would not be annoyed if you woke him up. ...Yes, I know, I'm just saying. It's all fine.)
*ahem* A reading, from the book of Lestrade, Chapter 6:
Tell us if we can do anything, [Lestrade]. (in the spirit of the long held tradition on this blog of no one ever believing anyone in 'all right'[or 'okay'].)
Thus ends the reading.
Excellent, DW.
Despite knowing better, I'm hoping they're all still asleep.
Awwwww :-)
This is so nice, guys. I hope you all had a nice morning :-)
(And still no snow in Prague - I am not sure now if I miss it or not, and I blame you, because I was really really sure I do not want snow in Prague this winter :-) )
I hope everyone at HolmesWatsonLestrade Towers is having a wonderful morning in the snow. Our snow disappeared last night, thanks to heavy rain, no we have fog. Lots of fog. Looks lovely, but you can't welly a handful of it into someone's face in quite the same way.
We are, thank you! Sherlock is in his element. And we've brought spare gloves out with us. He's currently rolling a snowball nearly as big as he is.
DW, RR - You're both very kind. I never want to wake John up when there's nothing he can do. I mean, what do I do, give him a nudge and inform him I'm awake... doesn't sound too good. Different when there's something he can do about it.
I get where you're coming from Lestrade, I really do. Might be worth giving a thought to what John would want; and maybe what you'd want if the situation were reversed. *shrug* You're probably right, you know yourself and John better than we do... but maybe even if the only thing he can "do about it" is listen for a bit, and give you a cuddle, and help you break a cycle of thinking in ever decreasing circles, well, maybe he'd think that was worth being woken for?
(OK, butting back out again now.)
Does Sherlock have plans for his Giant Snowball? Or is it an end in itself? I know Sherlock and John and the dogs love the snow, how about Mycroft?
Yeah, Nameless, you're probably right. I do prefer it when John wakes me than discovering he's been awake in the middle of the night by reading it here. But then...I don't know. It wasn't like I had anything I wanted to talk about.
Not sure about Sherlock. Except, given the snow is melting, I imagine he'll want to take it back to the flat and keep it in the freezer or something.
Mycroft is having a good time, too. Not really into the snowball throwing aspect, but he's helping Sherlock roll up the massive snowball and throwing snow for the dogs to catch (they look so confused when they snap to catch it and it all explodes and disappears.)
Just as a point of interest--what time were you awakened this morning?
If Sherlock wants to keep a snowball in the freezer, I imagine a smaller one would work better. (it'll vaporize itself over time--at least, that's what always happened to ours. :)) But a Sherlock-sized ball is clearly an artistic creation that is an end in itself!
He came in at about five, in a whirl of excitement. But did give in, once bribed with food, to wait until it was light out to go to the park.
I think we've agreed we'll go somewhere snowy, instead of keeping snow in the flat...
He's currently eating a panini as big as his head.
He's currently eating a panini as big as his head.
I'm officially jealous
We had to get some hot food into him somehow, and he wasn't going to agree to go home...so a cafe has provided. Mittens are on their heater, an alarming amount of food is in his mouth, and he's still half out of his seat trying to get back outdoors before he's finished.
A wise choice, about trying to keep snow--it does tend to make the freezer smell a bit odd, and, as I said, it evaporates, just as ice cubes do. Going somewhere snowy sounds a much better deal!
(And maybe all the exercise and cold will lead to some extra sleep tonight, all round. :))
And now I expect I should get up and have some breakfast.
Breakfast is overrated, RR. That's another half hour you could be sleeping...
Ice cubes evaporate? How did I not know this?
Very true, DW, very true.
I expect it's because you use your ice cubes before that happens, Nameless. :)
I've kept snow in the freezer in a bag for a couple of months before. It was fine, but no idea about any longer. And it sort of lost it's...mouldability. You couldn't make a snowman out of it, it didn't 'stick' right. You could squash it together hard, but then it made more of an icy lump than a soft fluffy snowball.
My sister and I one year thought it would be a good idea to put some snowballs in the freezer for summer. Somewhere along the line they lost about 3/4 their size and turned into dirty-looking ice, so we graciously allowed my mother to throw them out. (Putting them in plastic bags instead of paper bags probably would have kept them from getting quite so small, but then that's probably why my mom put them in paper... :D)
They probably sat there about 5 or 6 months, at a guess--from November or December-ish til Passover. Clearly past their due-date!
Saving a snowball for Elijah, RR? ;)
Ha! That would have been a nice idea, but no, we wanted to have a snowball fight in summer. They got thrown out during Passover cleaning, in the end, though. :D
You may have a point there, ReRe :-)
I sealed snow in a plastic yogurt cup (with a lid) one winter, put it in the freezer and forgot about it for at least a year (maybe two? three?). When I found it again, the snow had hardened into packed ice, but was still clean and white.
....I shouldn't be giving Sherlock ideas, should I? :)
~A from NW
Yay, I'm glad you got your snow! We've had it for months (as I live in Montana), but I'd still rather have snow than rain.
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