A shot from the Met helicopter that L sent me:
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| Our house is down there somewhere... |
The boys and I have been out enjoying the city while L slaves away at his desk, although Sherlock desperately wants to stop by in his continuing quest to get every single person on Earth to sign his cast. We might at least drag L away for coffee if he's not too busy.
One of the things we got at the end of the course was a list of names of FMEs (or FPs or FMOs or one of the other many acronyms that have been/are being used to describe this job) currently working in our home cities who are willing to supervise trainees - that would be us - for the first six months or so. The idea is that we call a few, set up interviews, and find someone we work well with. After we start working, we get to call them if we have questions, and they look over our cases, things like that, to make sure we're doing what we're supposed to be doing, and then, eventually, they sign off on us, and we're on our own.
So that's the next step. I'll look into it soon, but not until after the boys are back at school probably. Hopefully I can do the interviews while Sherlock's at school so I won't need to bother Mrs Hudson.
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That is a neat picture. One of the things I love about flying at night is looking down at the pattern of the lights.
I think how much non-electric light would be visible from space at night would depend on how good the cameras are and how long they stay in geosynchronous orbits, etc. I know you can see wildfires. Here's a link, since the last couple of times I tried embedding one it didn't go through. http://planetsave.com/2012/12/08/wildfires-all-across-australia-visible-in-new-night-image-from-space/
And if Sherlock wants me to sign his cast, I'd be happy to, but I think by the time he's used up all the people in London there won't be any more space.
rsf
Sorry, it's all a bit manic with half term being the season to...God knows, have a house party, stab or shoot someone, run away? I don't know. Got all sorts going on, searching for people, for weapons, for cars...
Anyway, should at least get home on time. Thought I'd do you crispy duck, as you missed out the first time around, John? I left Mycroft instructions to get things started ;)
Crispy duck would be great. Sorry work is so busy. I thought it might be. Sherlock's sulk was successfully diverted by dog bowling in the park.
rsf - that is quite an amazing picture.
Glad he cheered up. I worry his cast may not last the way he's already charging about.
Tell him Sal promises to sign it. And I spoke to Jo earlier. She says if he leaves a space she'll draw him a robot arm.
Do you bowl down the dogs or have the dogs go bowling, then?
I think aerial and satellite views are neat. One of the bonuses of living in this century! Although I did once go to a lecture with Erich von Daniken (notable mostly for the way you couldn't possibly take notes or ask questions) and had some fun with things like the Nazca lines.
rsf
Can one of you boys mix up some dough for pancakes?
330g plain flour
110ml boiling water
75ml cold water
Add the boiling water to the flour, mix it up, then add the cold water - just enough to make it dough-y. Then leave it until I'm home. Thanks!
L - I think he doesn't want it to last, so he can get a new one for more people to sign...
rsf - you set up a pyramid of unbreakable whatevers, throw a ball for the dogs in its general direction, and the dogs bowl it over. So, a combination of both.
That sounds like a game that involves large amounts of barking, crashing, and laughing. Fun! :)
I GOT DOUGH UP MY CAST AND IT'S YOUR FAULT
oh no Sherlock, that's not good :-( can you get it out?
... because the dough clearly started attacking the cast.
Sorry.
But if it´s too bad, Sherlock, maybe (maybe!!) you´ll get a new one and than more people can sign (as already stated above).
That sounds uncomfortable, Sherlock. How did it happen?
I'm not even sure whether he was blaming that on me or Mycroft... Possibly the entire world.
I thought he was blaming it on me! And I'm fairly sure at no point did I mention stuffing dough up your cast. Or even getting dough NEAR your cast.
John, we bow to your expertise...
Oh, oops, Sherlock. At least it's not glitter, I bet that would be really uncomfortable.
Has the dough been safely retrieved?
Your fault for...letting him help? No idea really. I thought it was my fault 'standing near him like that'. It's out, anyway. Dough extraction from a cast was a first for me.
well, making pancakes for duck is too boring for Sherlock to stay for, apparently.
it is very boring.
Dog bowling sounds like fun. I don't suppose there's a smaller version -- degu bowling -- appropriate for indoors? Or do the degus have more sense than that?
Sherlock, have you planned on how to keep messy things from getting inside your cast the next time you want to do something messy? At the library we usually use a plastic breadbag like a glove with a rubberband to keep it from sliding off, but it doesn't work very well if you need to be able to use your fingers. It's just for holding things while you use the other hand.
Will you tell us how to make the rest of the crispy duck, L? I'm curious now, and it sounds tasty.
rsf
it is very boring.
I'm sure it was very tasty, though!
He swears a lot when he does it and I know what he's saying.
Lestrade swears a lot when he makes crispy duck pancakes, or John swears a lot when he extracts dough from a cast?
Lestrade swears when he's making crispy duck? Or John swears when he's removing dough from a cast?
Honestly, either one would probably be enough to make me swear. (At the cooking, or at the dough, but not at the people I love, even though that's not always clear)
Lestrade when he does the pancakes because he burns himself and John tells him to stop it and then he does for about 30 seconds and then he swears again and John looks at him and then he says sorry and he STILL does it.
John just puffs out air through his nose when he's getting dough out of my cast but it wasn't my fault so he should huff at someone else.
They were puffs of concentration, I assure you.
I don't like burning my finger at all, that hurts. (It's really hard to break habits--you don't even realize you're doing it until after you do it. So the swearing when getting hurt is quite understandable, even when he's sorry.)
It sounds more like John was huffing at the difficulty of the job, and not at any person. Dough extraction can't be easy to do! How did he go about it?
(Impressive control there, John. :))
Next time you can puff at making pancakes, Danger.
Sherlock, I'm still failing to see how YOU getting dough up YOUR cast was anyone else's fault.
EVERYTHING IS JOHN'S FAULT YOU SAY SO I don't want to go to bed yet can we go for a walk again?
Maybe it was just an accident and no one's fault, Sherlock?
It's true that I say that, but I don't really mean it, Kiddo. Anyway, no major harm done.
But we aren't going for a walk. You're going to bed.
L, when I want to swear at work I say "dirty words, foul and unspeakable language" so I won't teach the kids any new words I'd have to explain. (It doesn't much help with the kids who already know them though.) Then again, I've never managed to burn myself at work. I expect I'd be expanding a lot of vocabularies if I did.
rsf
L, one time when I was in the military, we had a Sgt who was getting promoted and had brought his kids. Everyone was trying not to swear but it seemed like every other word out of our mouths was a bad one. Finally, another Sgt yelled, "I told you not to f****ing swear!"
He didn't even realize he had said it, lol.
Sometimes, it just slips out.
I generally swear in Italian, but Sherlock has looked up a good few of the things I say, so he gets the gist of it now.
I'm not worried by the boys hearing swearing, as long as they know there's a time and a place to use it - which they do. (And which for Sherlock, is 'never') ;)
does the young man sleep now? if he does please tell me the trick because mines still awake!
Words are words and all of them have their place, some of them are even really fun to use ;-)
Not sure about sleeping, but he is in his room, and being quiet. Possibly knotted his bedsheets together and escaped, though.
I should probably go and check on him. Then make John tea.
in his room is good enough if he isn't sheet knotting I guess ;-)
Have a relaxing rest of evening with John
he is indeed asleep, in a nest of bedding and cushions, arm stuck out on a nice soft shelf of bedding. He looks a bit like the degus when they dig down into a mound of shredded paper.
Mm, tea.
I've learned a lot of Spanish and Vietnamese swear words, mostly so I can tell the teenagers that they aren't being all that clever. No Italian yet, though. I think if it was my own kids I'd be more sanguine about swearing in front of them, but it's the parents I don't want to explain anything to!
Knotted bedsheets don't work nearly as well in real life as they do in the movies.
Good night everyone. Sleep well.
rsf
You had the look of a dough-retrieving Doc in need of tea.
Thanks. :) I don't know how he got it so far in there without some kind of tool. The crispy duck was delicious by the way, if I was too busy stuffing my face to say so earlier.
Did blogspot change the spam filters? Because even comments that looked like they posted are disappearing now.
rsf
Glad you enjoyed it, Danger. But we're going to HooHings or WingYip and buying a few hundred pancakes next time, to save my fingers from being fried.
Sherlock and I had a discussion about taking responsibility for things. And how the NHS doesn't have money for replacement casts because people don't take care of theirs. Not sure how much sank in though. Still, he's only 7. Got 3 years before he's responsible in the eyes of the law...
RSF - I have no idea, sorry.
How responsible legally are you when your'e ten?
rsf - got yours out of the spam. I don't know if they've changed it, but I know the blogs have been loading painfully slowly for me for a few days.
Well, in this country, you can be tried by a court age ten and over, and, in certain circumstances, detained.
Usually between 10 and 18 you're tried in a youth court, but there are exceptions. Certain offences are deemed serious enough to be tried in a full adult court.
And suddenly I see Sherlock at ten, still running around on the moors and popping out to terrify tourists and steal their sandwiches...
...and interrogate them, mercilessly..
Coming to bed? I'll wash up in the morning. Can't be bothered now.
(Yes, everyone, Sherlock LOVES not having to wash anything up, or dry it. Or generally do any of his normal chores. Amazing how his arm gets better or worse depending on the level of fun in the offing.)
Thanks, John. I've got a fever and I'm cranky, so it felt for a moment there like the universe was not happy with me. Then again, the blogs often load kinda slow from this end. Maybe it's my ISP.
I'm with Sherlock. I hate washing up. Eating is more fun. But he probably shouldn't get the cast wet anyway, right? Or is fiberglass more resistant to that kind of thing than plaster?
Good night again.
rsf
L - I'll do it, you cooked. It won't take that long, I'll be with you soon.
Well, good luck today, John. Sherlock was very full on this morning. Lots of demands and energy and general...Sherlockiness.
Yep that sounds like the start of an interesting day for John!
Good luck with work Greg, not long until your time off now :-)
Thanks. It's a beautiful day down here. Thick frost, but sunny. Hopefully John can take the dogs and boys for a long walk somewhere - maybe get out of the city - and run off a bit of energy.
Hope you have a good day with your two.
Why do I have the feeling that by the time you get home John will have run off all his energy, the dogs will be asleep and drooling and Sherlock will be still bouncing around?
I hope its warmed up there like it has here so they've managed to have a fun day :-)
How goes work?
It's a stunning day. I'm wasting most of it indoors hope it stays nice for my days off and the wedding!
Why aren't you home todayyyyyyyy
What've you been up to Sherlock? Lots of fun things I hope :-)
We're walking along the Thames and I'm looking for bodies!
Should I hope you find one or that you don't?
Brilliant! Although I sort of hope you don't find any bodies because it could interfere with lestrade's time off!
Have fun :-)
I really hope you don't find any, especially human ones. But I do hope you're having a nice time in the sunshine.
What are Mycroft and John looking for?
John's watching Sherlock to make sure he doesn't try to launch himself into the water.
Good call--especially as I expect it's even harder to extract whatever is in the river from a cast than it is to extract dough. ;)
And what are you looking for, Mycroft?
I'm keeping an eye on the dogs.
Also a good call, as I imagine they'd love to launch themselves into the water, too. (I know they're too well trained, but that doesn't mean they wouldn't love to!)
Enjoy your travels. :)
I think it's a fair bet that if Sherlock went in the dogs would follow.
There are red kites around there, you should keep an eye ut. They're beautiful.
I think it's a fair bet that if Sherlock went in the dogs would follow.
Oh, but that's not being disobedient, that's PROTECTING! They'll tell you. :D
The kind of kites you fly?
No, great big birds. Really lovely
I saw one! and John says do you want pizza? say yessss
What's in it for me if I say yes to make you happy?
Did you see geese and swans too? And floods, I imagine. The Thames is very high. I got a picture of the dolphin that got t in it last week if you want to see later?
yes I want to see! we'll get garlic bread, you like garlic bread. There were swans but I wish we'd seen a dolphin too.
A dolphin got into the Thames? I thought the only freshwater dolphins were in South America.
Can you eat swans?
Swans are edible, if that's the question, Sherlock, but in the UK they are protected by law and you aren't allowed to. (I'm not sure if it's all swans or just some species that are protected, though.)
Only if you get invited to dinner by the Queen, Sherlock, or a fellow of st John's college, Cambridge.
Anon - the Thames is still salty through London. Although I don't imagine the dolphin enjoyed it much.
Why St John's college? Are you almost here? John is making something and I think it's bad :(
Dunno, they're just allowed, the Queen says so or something.
I thought we were having pizza? What's John doing?
He said he'd try something, and, if it didn't work out, then we could get pizza. I think it's safe to say we're having pizza.
the flat smells....interesting?
Yes. A combination of vinegar and burnt cheese, I believe.
...should I ask why vinegar and unburnt cheese were being put together?
Yeah, yeah, all right... Lestrade, do you want to meet us at Angelo's?
No, don't ask. Don't think about it. Let's pretend it never happened.
I'm here! I mean, you're commenting at me from within the same building. Probably just lost me in the smoke...
Hang on, I'm changing.
When did you get home! I never saw you.
about ten mins ago? You looked...busy. And slightly Dangerous.
The force of Mycroft's eyeroll at me as I came in the door almost knocked the world from its axis.
Sorry. I'd hoped to spare you the smell...
I'm going to change as well. Mycroft pointed out just before I started cooking that I've been wearing the jeans with your red painty hand print on them all day.
nothing wrong with that. I like those jeans on you.
Sherlock has just shown me a hilarious picture he's made of your walk today. I'm going to put it in a post later.
Are there attack swans? He was really hoping to see one of them go after someone.
they can break your arm you know! ;)
Um..there's quite a few ferocious looking beasts. And not all of them are the dogs... (I do note that Mycroft seems to be taller than you...)
It'll happen any day now...
....happened quite a few 'days' ago, I think ;) Or is that why you've been spiking your hair up and wearing shoes indoors :)
My hair just does that!
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