Narwhals:
I'm reading The Mauritius Command, and sometimes Sherlock perches on the back of the sofa and reads bits over my shoulder. The bit he read today was a scene in which a captain under Aubrey's command is convinced he has a unicorn's horn. It's really a narwhal tusk, which caused Sherlock to interrogate me for my scanty knowledge of narwhals (mid-sized whale, has an enormous tusk, lives in the Arctic), which was obviously not enough to satisfy him, so we looked on the internet for a while and found, among other things, the above picture.
Before Sherlock got home, I called a few of the people on the list I got from the course to set up interviews for a potential...mentor? Supervisor? Both, I suppose. And instructor, since they're meant to sign off on me and attest to my general competence to do the job on my own after a few months.
I called five people and got three interviews out of it. The first man said he was retiring soon and wasn't prepared to train anyone, and the third said he was moving to Ulan Bator in three weeks. I wish I'd thought to ask why. I really want to know now, despite it being quite obviously none of my business. I thought about going there to teach English for a while.
Anyway, I'll let you know how the interviews go, and of course even if someone takes me on, it's no guarantee of employment. Just have to wait and see how it all turns out. Even if I don't get work right away, I might start looking at the requirements for the DMJ (diploma of medical jurisprudence). I think it'd be interesting.
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Aaaand apparently Sherlock is the proud owner of a giant purple sparkly bone, which we need to pick up tomorrow. The things that happen when I leave town for a week...
94 comments:
...sorry.
Don't be sorry, I'm only teasing, I promise. I'm glad it made him happy.
...you do have to walk through London with a giant purple sparkly bone. Which I think is bigger than Sherlock.
I've done worse things. Although arguably not stranger things. I'm more worried about where it's going to live once it gets here. His room is pretty full as it is.
...I still feel bad I wasn't there when it happened.
I feel bad I was.
We can...hang it from the ceiling? I think it's only polystyrene, really light, covered up with the glitter etc.
It's not your fault, love. It could've happened any time.
Sherlock approves and says can he wrap fairy lights around it... It'll be the strangest chandelier in history.
yeah, I know. Which is why you shouldn't feel bad you weren't there ;)
Right...yes. We'll get some fairy lights then, in a suitable colour. It'll be...a talking point?
It'll be brilliant! Just the thing to go with a purple cast. :)
It was awfully nice of the people at the store to remember and get in touch with you. Are you going to make them something for a thank-you, Sherlock?
Good luck with the mentor interviews, John!
Yeah...but we're both going to continue feeling bad anyway, aren't we?
It will certainly be that. And when he's a moody teenager, he can paint it black and stick candles to it or something.
Thanks, RR.
Yeah...but we're both going to continue feeling bad anyway, aren't we?
I'd say so.
When he's a moody teenager we probably won't ever see him, or the inside of his room, just be grunted at occasionally, and watched from behind a long curly straggly fringe or something.
Christ, is that the time? I'm on the way home.
Good luck with the interviews John and with the dog :-)
Thanks, Anonybob. it should be interesting.
L - probably. We'll only hear from him when something explodes in his room.
You want a run? If Mrs H doesn't mind looking after Sherlock for a short while. I probably won't be the best company.
I'll echo the wish for good luck, John. You might need it when looking at a job that inspires people to move to places some of us need to google to find on a map.
And I hope the run helps clear your head, L. It sounds like it was a rough day.
rsf
It has, thanks. Nothing like burning lungs and a freezing face to make you feel better!
Why are people horrible with sex? It's meant to be nice even if it is boring and means you and John are soppy with kissing and stuff and getting to go to hotels instead of staying and having fun at home.
Well...there are lots of reasons. None of them nice. And you shouldn't worry about it. Just be sure you're always good and kind to other people. We'll talk about it, kiddo.
I hope you lot are having a reasonable evening after a busy day.
Sleep well Sherlock :-)
I've been been watching about penguins because there's vampire bats too and now I have to go to bed
Two very good things to watch about. Night night, Sherlock!
His cast, if any of you were wondering, is now FULL. I swear there isn't a bit of room left. He keeps picking at one bit of it. I think he wants it to fall apart so he gets a new one.
And I am shattered. One day back, and all I can think about is sleeping. This isn't going to go well, is it...
Was there a lot new stuff waiting for you at work?
Sleep does sound nice...
no more than usual, I suppose.
More of the worst sorts of cases than I'd like all at once though.
sleep isn't a bad thing you know in fact it can be good for you :-)
Work sounds like it was a bit of a mess, I hope your head is clear and you sleep some when you decide to give into it :-)
That one you mentioned sounded...bad. Yeah. I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do? Back rub at least?
AnonyBob - I have heard that before... probably a vicious rumour. ;)
Danger - yeah, be nice, thanks. And...yeah, bu it's fine. It's what I'm paid for, after all. No point complaining. You know how it is.
I know.
It's what I'm paid for, after all. No point complaining.
I know you were talking to John but I've just got to say Bollocks to that!! a salary doesn't buy your soul or your mind.
No, you're right - they'd want a refund ;)
I just don't want to sound like I'm whinging when no one forced me into the job, you know? But you're right, yeah.
no refunds given ;-)
No one forces you to do the job but we're all very grateful you do and do you know the most important thing of all? Talking about cases that bug you isn't whinging its doing a really sensible thing that allows the thoughts out rather than cages them inside your head where they can jump out at you at some future point.
You are, of course, right.
Obviously I can't do it here, with being ongoing cases and such. And I'm afraid my head is well and truly stuffed full from years gone by, of all sorts of things that jump out. No point adding to them, right?
John is an excellent listener.
Talking to John is number one on the list not us lot :-)
and yes I know there's lots already in your head but the future is a better place than the past :-)
And even with all that junk in your head, you still manage to be a caring and compassionate person who finds things to be joyful about. Who responds thoughtfully and carefully to serious questions from people of all ages, rather than shrugging them off.
You are just that fabulous.
I don't know what to say. Thank you, though. It's nice to know you feel like that.
How goes work Greg? Better than yesterday I hope :-)
Nt wildly different, I'm afraid.
Feeling slightly like I've got some form of bug. Early stage manflu? I hope not!
Men like you don't get manflu! If you're ill take time to get better or at least acknowledge that you really are ill.
Sorry works not much better.
Men like you don't get manflu!
how offensive would that be from someone Lestrade didn't know?
Anon - I hadn't looked at it like that! It could be, you're right. Happily I feel like I know AnonyBob well enough to assume she wasn't calling my manliness into question. ( if you were, AnonyBob, do correct me ;) )
I'm sure this isn't flu, man-type or not. Just a sore throat and headache. I'm self medicating with tea and strepsils
Oh god anon I'm sorry if you thought I was being offensive, I guess I do rely on Greg knowing enough about me to know what I mean.
You make a really good good point, thanks.
tea? that must be doctors orders ;-)
I'm glad you weren't offended Greg but anon has a point, we are sometimes guilty of expecting new people to be more careful with what they say than we are and that must make it quite scary to come say hello.
...I'm almost afraid to ask, but...what is man flu?
I never really feel like coffee when I'm ill.
I like to think i give people the benefit of the doubt the first time I'm offended by anything. It's only repeat offenders who might suffer... But then that probably does depend on what it is!
We all make mistakes, it's learning from them that matters. Good call, Anon, on pointing out the potential for offence.
I didn't really mean you or John Greg, you are always very welcoming I meant us commenters are sometimes guilty of it.
I can't believe there is a situation in which you don't feel like coffee but I hope you feel better and are filling yourself with it again soon :-)
RR-Manflu is a term used over here for when men have a cold and can't possibly do anything because they are too ill. Its a not nice term really but mostly used in fun.
Thank you, Anony, I've never heard that term before.
AnonyBob - all I ever want to answer to that question is 'opposite of bird-flu' ...which makes me laugh, but probably no one else... ;)
It made me laugh Greg, thanks :-)
Its quite alright RR :-)
Don't know whether to be pleased you found it funny or worry for you ;)
RR - it's definitely something you could take offense at, if said in the wrong way to the wrong person.
But then loads of people say they have flu whenn they mean a bit of a cold. Probably everyone who's never had real flu!
Sherlock and I are on our way to pick up a giant, sparkly, purple bone, and then get some fairy lights.
...No, strike that. We're definitely getting the lights first and going straight home once we've got the bone.
Just going there now, are you?
I might pop over to CCTV control...
If I find a video of me and a sparkly bone on youtube, you're in trouble, mister.
That sounds more like something for xtube ...
There's a police car outside the shop... It's not you come to spare us a ride on the tube with this thing, is it?
Maybe.
I am very kind and generous.
That's one way to describe it...
I've just been fake-arrested for...bone possession?? I cannot believe you kept a straight face through that!
Just come quietly sir. You aren't under arrest, just wanted for a few questions. And kissing a police officer in public
You mean that's not how all your suspects respond?
You're not the first, Sir.
Now don't get into any more bother. Possession of an offensive bone is bad enough. Don't make me get the cuffs out.
You're not the first
Oh really?
I have to say, I disagree that my bone is offensive...
Yes really.
No be off with you, and don't go waving your big purple bone at any other innocent policemen.
I'll be home in a bit. I'll make something involving chicken, broccoli and that stinky cheese v
I hope I get to hear that story at some point.
I'll do my best, though the urge is nearly overwhelming...
Mm, stinky cheese.
My goodness, Sherlock, it sounds like you are having a very good day--fairy lights and a sparkly purple bone for your room AND a ride in a police car AND something cheesy for dinner! Was the rest of your day nice too?
Maybe I'll blog about it. Stories, though, plural ;)
I did note not a single person came to your aid as you were detained by a police officer, in broad daylight. Usually someone would pipe up from the crowd.
Probably afraid I'd kiss them too...
Or try to beat them off with your giant bone...
have we got whisky?
That sounds so wrong...
We do, yeah.
Don't know what you mean.
I'm on the way home. Feel free to have a hot toddy waiting for me. Heavy on the cinnamon and ginger.
I think I can manage that.
I love you, by the way.
Love you too. SOrry for oretending to arrest you, as if carrying a huge sparkly bone through a busy London street wasn't bad enough. But your face was...just brilliant.
It was pretty funny, I must admit. And no one else I know would do that, which is part off why I love you, so no apologies. :)
good, glad no one else would try arresting you.
you're amazing. I feel horrible.
Throat bad still?
Mmm. And I could pretty much fqll asleep right now. probably because ofo caffeine deprivation.
You don't look great, I have to say. Are you sure you want to cook? I could make something simple and you could rest for a while.
I blame all Mycroft's friends, bringing their germs to school from far and wide.
Don't you want germs en croute then? That cheese is probbly strong enough to kill off all other invaders...
Mm. If we ever get some sort of world wide plague, it won't be rats distributing it, it'll be students.
That cheese may be a sentient being. I keep expecting to find it's moved slightly from the last time I looked at it.
like liver, and milk?
it might have been suspects, not students. who knows.
Liver is always suspect.
that's not a true thing I looked it up after you said
when can we put my bone on the ceiling?
That liver is suspect?
When we have the things to hang it with. We can probably get them tomorrow.
noooooooOOOO that liver moves on its own to get to milk
Are you suuuuuure? It wouldn't surprise me...
we can get some but I Googled and there's lots of pages saying it doesn't LOTS
If we did it what can we make with liver after that's nice?
That is a question for Lestrade. I can't think of anything that would make liver nice, but if anyone can, it's him.
liver and onion is nice. Liver and bacon is nice. There's nothing wrong with liver.
ven if it doesn't move.
I've really only had it when my mum cooked it. It was not nice. I'll happily try yours.
...That is, liver that you cook. Not your personal liver.
you are allowed to just not like liver.
my liver wouldn't be very niuce. been abused too much.
So are geese's and they're supposedly very good.
My mom used to make very, very good chopped liver--broiled chicken livers chopped coarsely mixed with fried onion. It was lovely. :)
(Not a big fan of other-animal liver, it tends to be a bit on the dry side, even with fried onion.)
And I hope you feel better soon, L.
Out of five siblings, only one likes liver (with bacon AND onions), although I will admit to occasionally indulging in braunschweiger. Still, liver should not be left in refrigerators unsupervised. I've never seen it actually attack the milk, but I've had milk that tasted like it had.
rsf
Anyone else ever notice that when you repeat a word over and over again, eventually it ceases to impart meaning, and just looks funny, and you think "who decided to string that lump of syllables together"?
liverliverliverliverliverliverliverliverliverliverliverliverliver
Hope you feel better soon, Lestrade. (I was going to suggest that Sherlock loan you something purple and sparkly until you feel better, but after the conversation above I SIMPLY CANNOT.)
-Ella
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