All of us went to visit Steve's grave today. We stopped for flowers on the way there. Sherlock usually has a multitude of opinions on picking out flowers, but this time sulked as far away from us as he could get without actually leaving the shop.
It was the same when we got to the cemetery. He doesn't like the idea that Lestrade and Steve might've ended up together and that, therefore, the four of us...wouldn't. It's understandable. I won't say I didn't feel a little odd being there myself. Simultaneously sorry I'll never meet him, because he meant so much to L, combined with the knowledge that if he were alive, my chances of meeting him through L would be slim to nonexistent.
Sherlock actually wanted me to pick him up, which he hardly ever does anymore. I managed it for about two minutes, and I can still feel it in my bad shoulder, even thought I wasn't using that arm. Might have to be the last time, but I always say that, don't I? And then he got down to kick the heads off dandelions.
It was the same when we got to the cemetery. He doesn't like the idea that Lestrade and Steve might've ended up together and that, therefore, the four of us...wouldn't. It's understandable. I won't say I didn't feel a little odd being there myself. Simultaneously sorry I'll never meet him, because he meant so much to L, combined with the knowledge that if he were alive, my chances of meeting him through L would be slim to nonexistent.
Sherlock actually wanted me to pick him up, which he hardly ever does anymore. I managed it for about two minutes, and I can still feel it in my bad shoulder, even thought I wasn't using that arm. Might have to be the last time, but I always say that, don't I? And then he got down to kick the heads off dandelions.
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I bet you're better than him anyway
I think probably not better or worse. Just different.
And...things are the way they are. I feel very lucky to have all of you.
Hey, kiddo, you don't need to be angry. We're all together, and no one's going to change that.
As it's the holidays...you can stay up another 20 mins past bedtime. Okay?
John, want a shoulder rub?
I'd love one, thanks.
And thanks for letting us come along today.
30 minutes? Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaasee
20, and if you beg, I retract the deal and you'll go at ten. Which is in one minute.
Danger - thanks for coming. I know it's...weird for you. But it's nice having you all with me.
A bit weird, but nice too, that you'd share that part of your life with me.
You still could have met on the moor and then even if you didn't then maybe in London or when stupid Harrods said I didn't pay for the jumper when I was going to and we still could have been all together.
That's possible. You never know what might've happened.
Yeah, we could have - you never know all the 'might haves' and 'could have beens' in life, Sherlock. You can't go second guessing your past too much.
What matters is we're all here now. And I know it was hard for you today, but you were very good and well behaved. I'm proud of you.
Danger - feels...very odd. But...I don't know. Exactly what I just said to Sherlock, I guess. Can't dwell on how things might have been different.
If you didn't know Lestrade and the stupid Harrods people had made me be arrested then would I have gone to prison?
No. I'm pretty sure that part would've gone just about the same. I don't think they send five year olds to prison - definitely not for shoplifting. I am glad he was there though.
I'm fairly sure the police took you in because you were so young, and wandering London alone. Not because of the jumper - which was just given back to the shop. You're still, even now - and somewhat worryingly - below the age of criminal responsibility.
That was the fastest twenty minutes EVER I bet you changed the clocks. Can we come and see you at work tomorrow maybe for lunch? Can I see your office?
And my own blog thinks I'm spam again. Lovely.
Haha! It definitely knows something about you, Doc.
It did go fast, didn't it? But it was a normal 20 mins. Remember this next time you're 'starving' and things taking twenty mins to cook is 'forever'.
Now bed. So I can help John with his shoulder. And we'll see about tomorrow. You probably can't come to my office.
Just wait, it'll get you too!
It knows I'm pure and innocent. Or at least don't resemble tinned meat ;)
Sherlock is taking about half an hour to brush his teeth now. He's even sitting on the edge of the bath.
He'll want water after that. And a story. And another story...
I just had to go and get five of my comments from this post out of the spam bucket. This is absurd. We'll see if this one works.
Hang on...so your blog is conspiring to make me look like I'm talking to myself? Make all our readers think I'm going a bit screwy? Yeah, that'd be right!
He does want a story...one I'm not sure he's going to get.
What about me? Do I get a story?
...you're in spam again. This is actually ridiculous.
As for a story...depends what subject matter you choose?
I liked the one about the cow... ;)
...and yet no one even commented on the picture in my last post!
(which is exactly like the cow scenario, except without me riding the icthyosaurus)
But you riding it was the best part...
...
smooth talker. (Your blog doesn't think so, but I do.)
John, far be it from me to engage in such fanciful ideas - but I really am beginning to think you may have angered some sort of Blogging Deity.
And it was there before! I can't find anything on google either.
what? About appeasing angered blogging deities? Or just why Blogger hates you? I'm going to Google too.
I couldn't sleep last night, so I went trawling through y'all's archives (I couldn't remember if one of L's names is actually Finchley or if that was a cruel joke that got started somewhere)...reading from so far away it's easy to forget how much you guys (all 4) have really changed. John couldn't sleep, lestrade couldn't sleep, Sherlock was always awake and angry and overwhelmed and hating the new things and kicking people; lestrade was getting hit with things and falling into things and slicing his hands on things and John was getting hit with things (Mycroft just seems to get on with it. But I trust he asks for the help he needs) and just...so much.
So yeah, Sherlock, there's so many ways that things could be different--even if you don't start counting until after John and Lestrade met. Best to just be grateful you have them and not twist your head around worrying that it could've been different.
Ella
...and yet no one even commented on the picture in my last post!
I was totally going to because WHAT IS THAT DINOSAUR THING but I got distracted.
Ella
It is an icthyosaurus! Which I believe is a dinosaur...prehistoric, anyway. Not entirely sure of the definition.
Sorry, just fumbling about trying to help John's shoulder - but I'm no Doc...
And yeah, we've all changed a lot. I certainly have. More than I thought possible at this time of life! Perhaps not such an old dog after all ;)
Ichthyosaurus, Lestrade. From the Greek (again), meaning 'Fish Lizard'.
Not least the fact that you used to curse on the blogs a whole lot more, lestrade. ;)
But there are no ichthyosaurs! Mycroft, help.
Ella
Did I? I always tried not to! Bugger :)
What do you mean there aren't any? There's one right there on my blog!
(Thanks Mycroft...do you say it with an 'ick' or an 'ich' sound?)
'ick', clearly.
All right. I'm going to go with "they tied a rope around a bronze statute." :-P
Ella
...it was being wrangled to shore for it's yearly bath. :)
A rope around a bronze statue that was in a pond.
Did it jump or was it pushed?
Does it live in the Thames? Because I can totally believe that anything living in there needs a good scrub.
Ella
The Thames really isn't that dirty - I feel like I've given you all a bad impression of it!
It lived at Crystal Palace, and I don't know what it was made of, the caption just said 'a model of an ichthyosaurus'. But those coppers really were helping it's 'keeper' drag it out to give it it's annual wash :)
It isn't just John... hey it's crowded in this spam bucket!
It's not just you that's given me a bad impression of the Thames, I promise! Though my impression of it may very well be Charles Dickens' Thames more than yours.
I'm still baffled by the ichthyosaur, to be honest. All our statues are bolted down to things. But maybe they weren't worried about it being stolen. And they worried about it beig clean! Innocent times those were.
Ella
well this one lived in the middle of a pond - and in 1927, I imagine you'd have a hard time getting 6 or 7 men interested in stealing a practically worthless model of a dinosaur, when the chances if being caught in the act would be very high!
Our statues are bolted down too, now. Doesn't stop them being nicked, sadly.
And...I must go to bed. Work tomorrow....today.
How goes work Greg? And how goes madness John?
I hope you have better weather than us if you're trying to get out anywhere. :-)
Busy, Anony. And the weather is veering from blazing sun to heavy showers. Wet shirt time again...
I hope John and the boys are having a successful butterfly release mission. Sherlock wanted to smuggle them into Kew Gardens...
Wet shirt time again...
Oh my...
Oh hush :)
You can say that again, Nameless...
The madness is...going. Never a dull moment!
I'm glad life isn't dull John ;-)
Sorry about the weather Greg but hopefully a busy day means the time is moving quickly for you :-)
I know it's late, but want to meet up for coffee if you've not been dragged off to explore Titan or conquer a small pacific island or been arrested?
Er...I had been. We had a very nice time on Titan, although it was a bit chilly. Are you still up for coffee?
Bit late now, sorry :(
Yeah, sorry. I'll pay better attention to my phone next time.
I should think butterflies would love Kew Gardens. Not Titan though. A bit chilly for butterflies there.
I can remember finally being too big to be picked up. I was quite disconsolate. Fortunately, it was explained to me that I would never be too big to snuggle up alongside, and that now I was big enough to pick up other people, provided that they were sufficiently small.
Of course, Titan is probably out-of-network--the roaming charges would be ridiculous!
Don't worry. You lot all been having fun? Not getting arrested, I hope... You and Sherlock might be used to it, but Mycroft has a reputation to keep!
I am still, thankfully, arrest-free in London. We were at the allotment for a while, went home and got cleaned up, and then we had a secret mission to accomplish. Not actually on Titan.
...secret? From who? Me?
Which reminds me, you ever find out what Mrs H wanted with Murray?
Mmhmm. Due to a certain upcoming date.
I did not. He said he didn't want to talk about it, which might be a lifetime first for him.
...you're in the spam again.
Maybe he can't talk about it. Pain of...very painful things.
You're going on secret missions about certain dates? Now I REALLY want to know!
...on the way home. need anything special for dinner? I might do a sunday roast sort of thing with pork chops?
Sounds delicious :) And you should know what date I mean! It's only about a week away...
...do tell me we're not getting married in a week...
(not that I would mind! But...I had things to do!)
Ha! It's not that, I promise.
Aha! I do believe I know... ;)
Can we make CHeeeeeese Scones please because I have to have things to eat if you're at work and I like them and I'll make them you just have to help a tiny bit.
Yes, we can, Sherlock. Although I am fairly sure you wouldn't be left to starve even if we didn't.
And...I think I know too. You're very kind, you three.
Cheese scones sound lovely Sherlock, I hope you had fun making them :-)
A special date not long away that requires secret missions? I have no idea what that could possibly be ;-)
Have a good evening guys.
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