L and I had a very nice day (helped along by the fact that England won the rugby). I lazed about, he cooked, neither of us got much accomplished. We rang our mums, which went all right. We ate, watched the match, I dozed on him... Perfect, really.
Mrs Holmes picked up the boys this morning fairly early. Sherlock had a giant sparkly card for her, and Mycroft had a less sparkly one, and they had their respective instruments because they'd planned a duet for her on guitar and violin. L got a text from Mycroft saying it went well, and I got seven from Sherlock - a sort of play by play.
She's taking Mycroft back to school tonight, and Sherlock's staying the night with her. L's just been called out. I am, for once, alone - although not really, because Mrs Hudson is downstairs, and there's someone down in security all the time now I think since we had that break in. And, of course, two enormous hounds, to be picked up by Anthea tomorrow and return to Harrow with her. And two degus, who I need to feed, and a partridge in a pear tree (no, Sherlock, no partridges. or pear trees). And to think now that's my definition of alone...
I prefer it this way though. I think part of what disconcerted me so much about being out of the army was going from four in a room (or 30 in a tent) to just me, not even a plant. I'm glad it's not like that for most people when they come home.
Mrs Holmes picked up the boys this morning fairly early. Sherlock had a giant sparkly card for her, and Mycroft had a less sparkly one, and they had their respective instruments because they'd planned a duet for her on guitar and violin. L got a text from Mycroft saying it went well, and I got seven from Sherlock - a sort of play by play.
She's taking Mycroft back to school tonight, and Sherlock's staying the night with her. L's just been called out. I am, for once, alone - although not really, because Mrs Hudson is downstairs, and there's someone down in security all the time now I think since we had that break in. And, of course, two enormous hounds, to be picked up by Anthea tomorrow and return to Harrow with her. And two degus, who I need to feed, and a partridge in a pear tree (no, Sherlock, no partridges. or pear trees). And to think now that's my definition of alone...
I prefer it this way though. I think part of what disconcerted me so much about being out of the army was going from four in a room (or 30 in a tent) to just me, not even a plant. I'm glad it's not like that for most people when they come home.
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Well, I'm here. It's bloody freezing. Rather be cuddled up with you. Than here with a body.
There's banana cheesecake in the fridge.
I'd rather you were too.
I'll save some for you...maybe.
Well, it was for Sherlock, but he won't need it now. offer Mrs H some too.
John - I'm glad you enjoyed your day with L, but it's too bad he got called in :( However, take it from the voice of experience - enjoy your time alone. While, like you, it's not something that I want to experience all the time, it's nice to have some quiet time to yourself and escape the wonderful insanity that is life ;)
So, John enjoy your evening and L, try not to freeze into a DI-cicle.
LyricalSinger
I'm glad you had a good day together even if the evening isn't going to plan John.
Sherlock staying with his mum is lovely, its nice that she's able to spend some special time him and with Mycroft when she can't spend all the time with them.
Stay safe Greg and enjoy the strange sort of alone time John :-)
Ta, AnonyBob. It's cold, but safe. Always an awkward time to start an enquiry - no one's ever around on a Sunday night to ask questions of.
does having no one to ask mean you'll get home at some point before 1930 tomorrow?
good luck with keeping/getting warm :-)
I'm hoping so.
This guy has been dead a while. Indications are he either let the person in or they had their own legal method of entry and were known to him, so our first line of enquiry is establishing facts about his life - lots of which is very hard to do this time on a Sunday.
We're getting bits and bobs from neighbours, but that's about it.
Glad to hear everyone had a good today.
Lestrade, I hope you manage to get home and warm sometime soonish.
John - I'm glad you've got the right balance of space and people that you feel comfortable with. And I hope you manage to get some sleep tonight.
Sounds like a lovely day all around--at least until L got called out. (I hope you're long since back home, L.)
I love the idea of a special duet as a mothers' day gift. And handcrafted cards are always special. I still have all the ones my nieces and nephews have made me! :)
Just home, although it is barely worth it. But 90 mins of John is better than no John.
You're not going straight back in, are you L? Not getting the morning off, at least? *ouch*
Glad you were able to get home for a little while at least.
John - did you manage to get some sleep?
I'm glad you got home for long enough to say hi to John but be good to yourself today if you're doing a full day on no sleep.
Yeah, need to get cracking now the world has woken up.
Without an early morning wake up from Sherlock I did get nearly 2 hours sleep though.
He will be dissappointed it hasn't snowed though, like they said it would. Maybe later though.
...somewhere near where I am there is a classroom with a small boy glued to the window watching these big snowflakes falling ( and probably moaning that they aren't really settling yet).
2 hours! you're spoiling yourself ;-)
(possibly not a good idea to joke with a guy who only had two hours sleep sorry.)
snow is pretty especially when it isn't settling :-)
I'm remarkably okay right now - will doubtless be a zombie later.
The scene is close to home - And even closer to Sherlock's school, so I'm sort of hoping I'll sneak off at school home time and go and meet him and John at the gates... depends what's happening here though. If things suddenly move, I'll suddenly move with them.
Nameless - surprisingly, yeah, I slept like the dead. Barely woke up when L got home...until he got into bed with all his freezing cold limbs, of course. ;)
John, I hope you had a nice evening on your own. It's nice to be solitary once in a while, and after such a lovely day I trust you had nice things to think about. Did Sherlock and Mycroft tell you what they played for their mum?
L, I hope there are plenty of clues for you now that it is Monday. And that you get some sleep soon! Is the snow sticking yet?
rsf
sorry, hard to get into bed without my limbs ;)
Things are...progressing. which is good and bad.
Good for justice, bad for me getting home.
It's quite all right. I like your limbs.
I suppose that's good? Except for...well, sleep. Just going to pick up Sherlock now. Let me know if you want us to bring you coffee or anything?
rsf - Not yet, but I'm sure I'll hear about it after school. We might make that cake you posted too (at least I think it was you).
I'm glad things are progressing Greg but I hope you make it home at some time close to reasonable :-)
Enjoy the baking John and hearing all Sherlock's stories from yesterday :-)
Cheers. Think we're doing we'll, actually
Hope you have fun baking, John and Sherlock. I don't need anything, thanks.
L - I'm glad.
I can never decide which is more efficient - the supermarket before school and then carrying everything for ages, or after school and resisting Sherlock's desire for every odd food he's never tried. I did it first this time and I'm regretting it.
John, are you at home? If you are, would you take delivery of a very, very pissed off DI? You'd be doing London a favour.
I am and I will. Do I need to sign for him?
And did something happen?
We arrested someone.
A rather overzealous PC sprayed the DI with CS spray.
He's fine ish.
Just very grumpy and, well, been CS sprayed.
We're on the way.
Oh dear. All right, see you soon.
( did the pc survive?)
only because the Boss couldn't see him.
I hope he has the sense to stay well clear of L for the next few... years.
Sherlock is pretending to be an angry blinded DI...
like gettg your curry in the face
Even I wouldn't want that curry in my eyes. I'm sorry, love.
Oh Greg :-( some days just aren't your day are they? :-(
But an arrest is good right?
not assorry as hell be
Yes, arrest is good. wood rather be there to interview though
not assorry as hell be
I have no doubt...
I'll get you something for your eyes. Try to stop rubbing them, okay? I know it's hard, but it won't help.
His eyes are red like a demon's
That sounds uncomfortable. (If interesting from the outside.)
(I hope it eases up soon, L.)
Going to have an other cold showr
This is Sherlock and I'm going to do Lestrade's typing for him while his eyes are red
That's very thoughtful of you, Sherlock.
Did you have a good time with your mum yesterday?
Yes I did we had nice lunch out and I had the best pudding.
Lestrade's on the sofa with a duvet and John's making him drink tea and Lestrade said it was worse than eating John's curry but he says he's glad they got the man but then he said bad words about the person who sprayed him and it's because it's REALLY windy outside today and the person sprayed it wrong. I want to try it.
That sounds like a lovely lunch. And John said you and Mycroft performed a duet for you mum, too--what did you play? And did she like it? (I'm sure she liked your card. I think sparkly cards are best. :))
Which part do you want to try? Because I don't think you'd like being sprayed very much! (And you would also feel bad if you accidentally sprayed the wrong person, so that would be hard to try.)
I'm glad you had fun with your mum Sherlock :-)
You are very nice to help lestrade with his typing while he's struggling with his eyes.
I do want to be sprayed to see what it's like! Lestrade said he had to be when he did training except it's not as strong as the real one.
John said he's going to handcuff Lestrade if he can't stop rubbing his face
Did not. I just...muttered it under my breath.
You're positively intrepid, Sherlock. :)
It said on the internet maybe milk will help can I put milk on him?
Sherlock - I think you should probably ask Lestrade what you can put on him.
He said I can't.
Can I look at his clothes? He said they might still have spray on them!
They're in a plastic bag. Provided you don't try to touch or take them out, and I'm standing there to make sure you don't, you can look at them, yes. But I'm afraid they just look like clothes in a plastic bag.
Oh, I don't know. A whiff of the stuff might cure Sherlock's curiosity. It sure did mine!
rsf
BORING I want to get them out.
Lestrade looks better except he still has demon eyes but he's stopped sniffing as much can we have dinner now?
L - is it still bad?
Sherlock - boring, but pain free. And yes, we can have dinner. What do you want?
Much better. Would rather have a really hot shower than a stone cold one...but don't want the pain that'd go with it. You'll have to warm me up instead :)
Sherlock, you definitely can't test any CS spray on yourself, and you'll never need to know what it's like unless you're going to get arrested - which you also shouldn't do.
Or unless he joins the Army. Which he also shouldn't do. I'm very glad you feel better. Opinions on dinner?
don't know. something simple?
Sherlock keeps sniffing me.
Curry? (sorry)
I could go and get Chinese?
I hated the gas chamber. My mask didn't work perfectly when I first went through the chamber, so I had a faceful of it first thing. Yuck. Sherlock, trust me, it's not fun. It makes your face burn, your eyes water, your nose drip, and it makes you want to vomit.
Haha, very droll, Danger. Chinese sounds good, yeah.
The idea of Sherlock in the army is priceless though...he'd spend his entire career peeling potatoes as punishment for arguing back.
Pip, (and DW and John and L and anyone else to whom it might apply) can I just say thanks for being willing to go through that kind of thing just to be better able to keep the rest of us safe. It is much appreciated.
Pip - you have my sympathy. It's damned unpleasant.
L - I thought so... :)
Except he'd never do his punishment...argue more... I predict he'd last about three days.
I predict he'd last about three days.
Or end up a general. (Now, there's a scary thought... ;))
KHolly - willing is a strong word ;)
Look on the bright side - better on a day like today than a hot summer's day. Apart from the cold water part... but still, much, much better.
Danger - I thought arguing more just pitted you in a battle of wills that meant you'd end up in the glasshouse for your entire service time? Do they really just let you go if you're that bad? I suppose, cost-wise, it's more sensible if they do. I just always had it in my head that once you sold your soul, that was it ;)
I knew someone in Afghanistan whose mum had joined the USAF back in the 1960s. Decided it wasn't for her. Obeyed every rule in the book to the absolute letter in the most annoying ways she could find. She and the Air Force came to a mutual understanding and parted ways. I suppose sometimes it's just not worth the trouble. I can see Sherlock doing something like that.
...yeah, I see your point.
I imagine some hgh ranking officer suddenly finding out they'd been made redundant or posted to the arctic or something if they bothered him too much.
Ha. I actually meant the doctor in question's mother, but Sherlock's mother would certainly be a factor as well.
Oh, I was imagining Sherlock now had a similar power (or could hack the computer system, anyway.)
Ah, right. Yes. Disturbingly possible.
Let's hope he remembers us fondly, and just hacks our pension accounts and ups them to the max ;)
I'm not going in the army John says I'd have to cut my hair all the time and not be glittery.
L - indeed...
Sherlock - it's true, the Army is not known for long hair or glitter.
oh, and I had visions of you dancing through the desert, leaving a sparkly trail wherever you went, Danger. And now you've ruined it for me...
Sherlock, is your parent's evening on Wednesday?
Was that before or after I rode through the sky on my blue, jam-eating unicorn?
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