Hey, it's Murray. I have two things to show you and John's password, so let's gets started. Public service announcement: using your sister's cat's name as a password only keeps out actual hackers, so if that's what you're using, I can only assume you want me to post on your blog.
Gay Flamingos Adopt Abandoned Chick Sherlock gave me this one when I said I was doing a post and it's a nice article that I have just one problem with and that problem is the following unexplained phrase: can feed their chick without any female help, by producing milk in their throat. They can do what now?? How do you type a sentence like that and then not explain it? Is it just me, can all you blokes out there (by blokes maybe I just mean flamingos?) produce milk in your throat? Because let me tell you, that is not a skill I have. Although I can see how it might come in handy in certain situations.
Number two is this: 9,000 Human Sand Silhouettes Serve as a Reminder of D-Day
Gay Flamingos Adopt Abandoned Chick Sherlock gave me this one when I said I was doing a post and it's a nice article that I have just one problem with and that problem is the following unexplained phrase: can feed their chick without any female help, by producing milk in their throat. They can do what now?? How do you type a sentence like that and then not explain it? Is it just me, can all you blokes out there (by blokes maybe I just mean flamingos?) produce milk in your throat? Because let me tell you, that is not a skill I have. Although I can see how it might come in handy in certain situations.
Number two is this: 9,000 Human Sand Silhouettes Serve as a Reminder of D-Day
It's...quite an undertaking. Yeah, don't know what else to say about that really.
Because I know you are all dying to catch up on my fascinating life I will tell you that I've got an A&E job in a London hospital and won't tell you which one in case you come and stalk me, although if you're single and want to stalk me for romantic purposes, I'd probably be up for that, let me know. Just don't tell Watson, he's a little protective of you lot.
What else... I'm taking Sherlock and Mrs Hudson out for dinner tomorrow night, don't know where yet. Recommendations?
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Can I be Fernando?
I've been banned from mentioning milky substances in my throat...
I can only advise you to go somewhere with ice cream and cake and waiters who don't mind extensive quizzing about their menu.
London needs a Sherlock-specific restaurant guide.
And here I thought I could rely on you to make milky substances jokes while I remain blameless for once...
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*carefully changes password*
I have no idea why I would do that just now. No idea at all.
I wonder if they have places in London like here - Coldstone Creamery, where there are like a dozen ice cream base flavors to choose from, then dozens and dozens of things to mix in the ice cream, which they do with paddles on a cold piece of marble before they chuck it in a dish or cone or whatever. I thought of Sherlock last time I was in one, getting my own 7-almost-8yo a dish of yellow cake batter ice cream with peanut butter cups mixed in and hot fudge on top.
...not that it's a good place for dinner or anything like that. It was just something I thought of. :)
I want to go there!!!!!!!!
Murray - you're never blameless.
Sherlock, maybe one day. Or maybe Murray will take you somewhere else with nice ice cream.
Maybe for after dinner...
http://www.gelatomio.co.uk/ourproducts.shtml
He'd love that.
Or the nitro-ice cream place in Camden has grilled white chocolate truffle crumble flavour and tobacco smoked pears flavour as their two specials at the moment...he loves it there, too.
But Mrs H should get a choice as well!
We could go here it's got old recipes so Mrs Hudson might like it
http://www.dinnerbyheston.com
...yeah. Murray... you could. Good luck with that.
Er...I think that's the sort of place where you book a month in advance so they can check your bank balance before they let you in the door.
I can ask Mummy and she could make them give us a table and we could take Mycroft and get the Chef's table.
Have you got a bank balance?
Not one to write home about...
Why would you write home? Mycroft says it's crude to talk about money but I don't mind talking about it.
We're phoning you, Sherlock, to wish you goodnight. I'm phoning you, because John won't risk me drowning while I'm holding his phone.
It's an expression, Sherlock - means that whatever you're referencing with it isn't very exciting, or that there's not much of it, which perfectly describes my bank balance at the moment. How about somewhere a bit cheaper?
I have to go to bed but we could have pizza John said I should say and then ice cream.
We'll talk about it tomorrow, have to see what Mrs H wants too, right? Night night, Sherlock.
I don't mind pizza, dear. Although I'm not one for all the garlic, like those boys, it can repeat on me terribly.
Would you like a nice cake or maybe some flapjack to take away with you? You must need something nice to snack on if you're working shifts.
John and Greg, that young man of yours is all tangled up in bed with a rat and a spider. Earlier on I held one of his degus for quite a few minutes, too. I don't mind them so much when they're being still.
I think I can do a bit better than pizza, and I will happily eat anything at all you want to give me, you are an angel of baked goods and the lone sugary light of my midnight hours.
Oh, I love the story about the flamingos! And the D-Day sand art--that's a beautiful and powerful work, that is. Thanks for bringing both pieces, Murray.
(That Gelato Mio menu has made me very very very hungry...just so you know!)
Oh, you're a one. You've made me blush!
I'll make you some nice little treats then. It'll keep me busy when Sherlock's away at school.
And don't you go worrying if it's pizza. I'd never tried it until Greg came and lived with us, truth be told. Although it is nicer when it's made fresh at home, I think.
Earl Grey Tea cured Salmon (c.1730)
Lemon salad, gentleman’s relish, wood sorrel & smoked roe
From the menu at that Heston restaurant - is that what I think it is...? ;)
Good luck entertaining everyone, Murray, great post too, love those flamingos.
You're a star, Mrs H, and very brave to hold the degus. I love that Sherlock is all cuddled up with Rat and Spider.
We had to ask him nicely if he'd take care of Valentino and Spider for us. Glad he is!
Sherlock does take his commitments seriously, which is an excellent character trait. :)
Is everyone having a good day? (How did it get to be Thursday already, how?)
We've been boring. I've played my guitar quite a lot, and we were forced to do more shopping after eating everything we bought to last us the week!
That's not boring, that sounds really relaxing, a lovely way to spend your time. Have you been serenading your beau. :)
How did your rat end up as Valentino - is it to do with the biker, a nickname or something?
You've definitely got the right idea about how to enjoy time off.
Murray, how's dinner going?
After the biker :)
Not sure me singing at anyone is relaxing ;)
I'm sure John appreciates it, relaxing or exciting. ;)
Yes, Murray, as rsf asked, how is dinner going?
Relaxing and exciting, both. And very nice.
I paid him to say that.
With a song, no doubt... ;)
Dinner was good! We went to Angelo's, so Sherlock got pizza and Mrs H and I got not-pizza, and we all went for ice cream after and no one burned down London. Not much at least. I mean hardly at all.
The way Danger is wrapped around me here, under a fnug on the sofa, he wouldn't care if London was burnt to the ground as long as you guys came up here.
Is it as cold down there as it is here?
It was a little chilly on the way back, yeah. I'd rather have winter than summer though.
Sounds like a most successful evening, all round!
Now, John might not care, but I admit to a certain curiosity as to how much of a fire "Not much at least" consists of... :D
Small incident with some candles. Nothing to worry about!
I thought you were joking!
I'd rather have winter, too. Can wrap myself in Danger all night and not end up sweating out my entire body weight.
He doesn't like my cold feet.
No one likes cold feet. It's whether or not you put up with them that counts.
I'm slightly worried he and Sherlock will conspire to experiment on my feet. John says it's not possible to go from a 39 degrees hot tub to freezing feet when I've only walked over about 2 metres of decking...
Sorry to tell you mate, you may be a reptile of some sort. That's my considered medical opinion.
Ha, maybe, but John wouldn't swap my cold feet if it meant losing my forked tongue ;)
As long as you don't plan to get it literally forked. I think the Met might draw the line there.
Drawa line on my tongue?
No..looks painful, having it forked. I'm not up for that.
Would be cool having a tongue like a snake's though. Just magically appear, I mean. Although it'd take a while to get used to speaking I guess.
Ssssssspeaking.
Is it Disney's fault we all think snakes would talk like that? ANd have lisps?
Probably. Although snakes do hiss, don't they?
I've never met a snake that did. They've always slithered. Silently.
I've met hissing snakes. It's not a very loud sound though.
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