“Many years ago I sent an old, beloved jacket to a cleaner, the Sycamore Cleaners. It was a leather jacket covered in Guinness and blood and marmalade, one of those jobs … and it came back with a little note pinned to it, and on the note it said, ‘It distresses us to return work which is not perfect.’ So that will do for me. That can go on my tombstone.”
--Peter O’Toole
--Peter O’Toole
Apart from being a wonderful quote and a rather wonderful thing to potentially have on one's tombstone, his description of the jacket reminds me very much of L's. Blood and Guinness and marmalade... He'd probably blame me for the marmalade.
Well. That was a very full weekend. Seems like it's been about a week since Friday. Sherlock's play was...sort of a cross between Noah's ark, minus Noah...and minus the ark...with something about the environment and climate change thrown in? I think. There was definitely a flood, at any rate. And at the end when the crops were growing properly again and not flooded out or dried up, all the carrots got up and danced around. As they do. It was great.
Nicky and her family came to visit, and Mycroft and Carla got to go off by themselves for a while, so I assume Mycroft is currently winning the battle he's waging with his mum. Either that or she's told the security people to especially sneaky, but I think Mycroft would spot them. He's had a lot of practice. The dogs went with them. I'm not sure how much good they'd actually be if something happened, but they're certainly intimidating.
He and Carla each got one tree decoration while they were out, and now Sherlock is mad for all of us to go out and get ours as well. We're behind on his Christmas schedule, apparently....
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I imagine his schedule reads something like:
DO EVERYTHING NOW RIGHT AWAY! (Because, holidays!)
I think intimidating is usually enough. When I was young I used to go out for evening walks with Mum's bull terrier (he allowed it because I belonged to her too) through a fairly rough area.
He just had to look at the men hanging about and drunk or no they steered clear. All those teeth.
Anyone trying to take Mycroft in a crowd would have to assume the dogs would use their teeth so it would hardly be a quick clean job.
Even if the dogs just tried to lick them to death it would still be hard to get past them.
I think the dogs would be pretty protective of Mycroft.
We are making pizza... without yeast. I hope they turn out okay!
Sherlock is indeed a whirling frenzy of wishing his life away right now.
Licking someone to death is a definitely possibility with those dogs.
You could drown in the slobber alone...
Having tried to get past a Rottweiler determined to show me just how much she loved me, I dunno any kidnappers would stand a chance. That T-shirt was never the same again.
pizza based without yeast surprisingly fine. If a touch crumbly. But that might have more to do with lack of kneading, given Sherlock's imminent death if he didn't get fed.
I think Fast Pizza might become a popular dish around here.
You don't have to wait for me to get home, y'know? You guys can eat earlier.
We want to. And he does get snacks. He's not actually dying of hunger, he just does a good impression of it.
I know, he's far too noisy to be dying
And thanks. It's nice that you wait.
Also...my jacket has no marmalade on it.
Jam, possibly... definitely your fault.
Marmite, undoubtedly ;)
And don't forget dog slobber...
And Sherlock-slobber, the times he's fallen asleep in my arms.
I don't slobber!
Ok, much as he'd hate to hear it, that actually sounds really cute. I always loved having one of my two falling asleep on me.
It's great that Mycroft had a chance to get out on his own and it's brilliant that you both provide him such a strong, nurturing environment that he feels confident enough to do so.
He is now spluttering at the indignity of being called cute.
I have found a 'woolly whale' bauble. What could be more Christmassy than a blue whale??
(Sherlock, lots of times people--especially, but not exclusively, women--use the word "cute" to mean something they really, really like, but not necessarily cutesy, if you see what I mean.)
Sorry, Sherlock, I did think you'd hate it and I meant it in a very manly way of course and not in a cutesy way (as RR said) and I'm absolutely sure you certainly wouldn't slobber at all anyway. ;)
(It is cute. Especially when they're both asleep.)
Ha, not as cute as you ;)
Speaking of sleep, though...Sherlock, bed!
Well now you're just doubling the image of cuteness, John, having them both being asleep. ;)
And now they'll both be spluttering and indignant :)
You should see Danger asleep with a degu or two curled up on him. Adorbs, as my niece would say. In fact - OMG totally adorbs!
I always worry I'll squish them somehow, but it hasn't happened yet.
I'm always afraid they'll sneak off never to be seen again! I do try not to fall asleep with them...
However, I understand why you do.. small mammals with pack instincts, who enjoy piling together to share warmth and sleep ;)
(Even if you get dead stingy with your warmth when it comes to my feet...)
You could curl up with a degu on each foot...
...but curled up with both feet on a Dangergu is so much nicer... your whiskers don't tickle quite as much, or your tail...
Ha. Should hope not. I don't mind your feet, really, I just mind them suddenly on my stomach.
I know that I curl up in bed...but I'm never quite sure how you manage to slide down the bed so far my feet meet your bum/stomach.
Not that I'm discouraging you journeying south ;)
Heh. The mystery to me is how I'm still surprised every time.
I shall try to tempt a dog to come and sit on my feet before I head to bed tonight. Although the shock of me having warm feet could be enough to do you in ;) you'd think there was someone else in the bed!
ha. A kind thought... The tree looks nice, doesn't it?
Yeah, it does. Very festive, when it's sparkling away, the main lights down low. It's nice.
Are the main lights down low because Sherlock placed them, or was that the general plan?
And if you can't get a dog to cooperate, maybe you can find some good warm socks to keep John from flying out of the bed.
I interpreted L to mean that the room lights were low, which makes the tree seem more sparkly and glowy?
Ella
Did you get a dog to co-operate L or did it just fall asleep and drool on your feet?
Ella - you interpreted correctly.
RSF - I hate wearing socks. Danger survives ;)
SH - I just had to warm them on Danger. To be honest, I don't try to warm them on him. I just try to get entwined in him, and feet touching him is a result.
Hope you're doing okay today, Ella.
Danger, do you and the boys want to meet me after work? I'm out with the team for Christmas drinks tomorrow night, and I know Sherlock will explode if we wait much longer to get baubles.
Also, I hear a whisper of what Molly calls 'drinks for the undead' - meaning you FMEs, mortuary folk, maybe some of socco.... You going?
Yeah, we can do that. Go and drown in the Christmas crowds...should be fun!
Shh, that's a secret. I'm expecting dark robes and chanting. (No, Sherlock, not really, and no, I'm afraid you can't come.)
She referred to my team's do as 'drinks for the braindead'...
Careful ours doesn't invade yours looking for experimental subjects then.
Someday Sherlock may want to visit Bronner's in Michigan, which is, as far as I know, the largest Christmas store in the world. I was there once, and it kind of redefines the idea of huge. But in the meantime they have a virtual tour of the store here:
http://www.bronners.com/category/virtual-tour.do#.UrBtd8RDuSo
Oh, gosh, they've got glitter bubble lights. I think I'm doomed.
Maybe the pissing rain will keep people away. Or not, unless they cancel Christmas , given it doesn't seem to ever stop.
Someone just tried to punch me in the head.
How rude of them. (I hope that means they failed! You okay?)
Are you all right?
I'm fine, he got put in an arm lock and a festive pair of handcuffs to wear.
So nice of you to hand out free jewelry, lestrade. Tis the season and all. ;)
I'm not as sore today as I feared, but am not doing super fantastically, either. Mostly moody. Not being able to ride my bike doesn't help.
Onward and upward, though, and all that.
Ella
The Boss was too fast, John. Must be all that chasing after Sherlock he does!
Enjoy the crowds.
Well, as long as they were festive...
They jingle, right? That's festive enough. ;)
Sadly they don't jingle, no...
Danger, find somewhere warm, dry and full of decorations. Text me. I will find you. Just getting changed.
Shiny, then? (Although I'm not sure he deserves festive...)
Will do, see you soon love :)
Sherlock is taking the longest to choose an ornament, and is hungry, and wants us to go to Soho or Chinatown for dinner... Come on, kiddo!
On the one hand, it's an important decision...on the other, those desires are not compatible with taking a long time. A dilemma!
John is the best at ordering the nicest food and we're going home on the underground and I like it and I can hang off the handrail if Lestrade lifts me up.
That sounds like you've been having a wonderful time, Sherlock! What sort of bauble did you end up choosing?
The british army clearly does excellent training on picking the best food from any available take-away options. He does indeed pick the best things - and in the right quantities!
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