I've unwisely taught Sherlock a joke that my grandmother told me. Actually joke might be putting it too strongly, but as a result he and L keep having exchanges like this:
Sherlock: *asks a question*
L: Well--
S: *very seriously* A deep subject.
And then he cackles and L groans and I pretend I'm not still amused, but despite having heard this probably ten times today I still sort of am.
L is recovering. More slowly than he'd like, obviously -- well, more slowly than any of us would like. Ideally he'd be all better again by now, but naturally he's the most impatient since it's him stuck on the sofa.
One Mrs H has made more cake and the other has sent round a restrained bouquet of flowers. I'll leave you to guess which is which. I'm relieved about the flowers actually. When she phoned to say we should expect a delivery, that didn't occur to us as an option and we were guessing anything from a live crocodile (Sherlock) to a bionic knife-proof leg (L).
I keep searching for something useful to say about my own emotions in regard to this, but I don't think there is anything really. I'm still angrier than I ought to be. It's not really any worse than someone hurting him face to face. The intention is the same whether it's a trap or a direct attack. It's jarring though. Like having an IED show up on a London street.
Sherlock: *asks a question*
L: Well--
S: *very seriously* A deep subject.
And then he cackles and L groans and I pretend I'm not still amused, but despite having heard this probably ten times today I still sort of am.
L is recovering. More slowly than he'd like, obviously -- well, more slowly than any of us would like. Ideally he'd be all better again by now, but naturally he's the most impatient since it's him stuck on the sofa.
One Mrs H has made more cake and the other has sent round a restrained bouquet of flowers. I'll leave you to guess which is which. I'm relieved about the flowers actually. When she phoned to say we should expect a delivery, that didn't occur to us as an option and we were guessing anything from a live crocodile (Sherlock) to a bionic knife-proof leg (L).
I keep searching for something useful to say about my own emotions in regard to this, but I don't think there is anything really. I'm still angrier than I ought to be. It's not really any worse than someone hurting him face to face. The intention is the same whether it's a trap or a direct attack. It's jarring though. Like having an IED show up on a London street.
