Harry invited herself over for New Year's Eve. I'm...shocked, frankly. Pleased as well, obviously. She'd have a hard time getting even mildly buzzed on what I keep in the flat, and she knows that. She said she might bring Clara as well (!). I told her as long as she didn't bring a bottle.
Sherlock likes her because she says exactly what she wants to, all the time, even when what she's saying isn't really appropriate for little ears. That joke about the nun and the asp--well, she's not the one who had to answer awkward questions for the next two days, is she? That one stumped even Mycroft.
Lestrade's coming as well, and Mrs Hudson will be back by then. She emailed me today to get me to pick up a ham, so I'll bundle the boys up in a few minutes and go and do that. [...go to do that.] (Mycroft, what did I say about editing my blog?) [You always leave the edits in though.] (Split infinitive! Ha!) It'll be a bit of an adventure as we had some Weather last night. Still, the Dogs of War demand their due. I'll let you know how it goes.
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