I still find it hard to believe they just let us stroll off with one of their very shiny motorcycles yesterday, given the slightly mad glint in Lestrade's eye. Maybe it's just that they don't know him as well as I do. Perhaps, to them, he looked like a sober and respectable D.I., whereas, to me, he looked ready to run off with the thing to Argentina and live in sin with it.
We went very fast. I would have to say unaccountably fast, at a speed which can only be explained by some sort of wormhole or warp drive or hyperspace which magically let us avoid the traffic I know must've been there. I'm not saying he broke any traffic laws. Honestly, I'm not sure I would've noticed, dizzied as I was by the blur of the world zipping past at near light speed. We definitely could've made the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs.
I'm probably exaggerating, but it does feel an awful lot faster than the same speed would in a car.
L - you asked in the comments whether you were buying it, which is of course up to you, but if you don't, I might. In fact, since you helpfully posted that link where they let you design your own...
We went very fast. I would have to say unaccountably fast, at a speed which can only be explained by some sort of wormhole or warp drive or hyperspace which magically let us avoid the traffic I know must've been there. I'm not saying he broke any traffic laws. Honestly, I'm not sure I would've noticed, dizzied as I was by the blur of the world zipping past at near light speed. We definitely could've made the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs.
I'm probably exaggerating, but it does feel an awful lot faster than the same speed would in a car.
L - you asked in the comments whether you were buying it, which is of course up to you, but if you don't, I might. In fact, since you helpfully posted that link where they let you design your own...
I think they called it a Scrambler. No, I'm not seriously thinking of getting one, but it was entertaining at 3am.
And speaking of being awake at 3am, I just wanted to thank everyone for your comments on my last post. I don't know what to say apart from that, except to apologize for throwing my half-formed thoughts and emotional turbulence at you all. I should've waited until I could manage to be coherent about it. Which I still can't. Maybe tomorrow.
At least the tadpoles were good, as were the tadpole comments. Annoyedwabbit left one (that I hope she won't mind me quoting here) that's like an image you might get from a haiku:
The largest tadpoles I ever found were in puddles in the ruts left by tanks (this was at a military reservation used for infantry training) in grassy fields blue with lupines. It's all very poetic in retrospect, but at the time I was sevenish and very intent on getting muddy.
And Lulu, who claims not to think tadpoles are sinister:
I have tadpoles just like these in my pond! I don't think tadpoles ever sleep. They just wait in the dark, biding their time...
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Tadpoles aren't sinister, they're devious! Those little suckers used to populate the lake near my grandmother's house and they were terrifyingly good at wriggling into swimsuits, water toys, snorkels and everything else. We never did manage to get home without involuntarily bringing one or two with us.
We used to give them to our uncle to take back to the lake until we realized that his idea of "taking them back to the lake" meant "use them as fishing bait whilst AT the lake". At that point, the post-swim de-tadpoling became much more thorough.
Toodle!
Bronwyn
Not Argentina. Too many pot holes. Somewhere with a lot of road, and a lot of twisty exciting tarmac, so I coukd get my knee down.
Except obviously, I'd want you with me. And the boys. And we'd end up like an Italian family who can get both parents and countless kids on a Vespa.
I'm glad you enjoyed it. I thought you would, but you never can tell. And I'm surprised you saw how fast we were going (no speed limits were fractured in the course of the test ride), the way you were clinging onto me I thought you'd have your eyes squeezed shut. We really weren't going very fast...you wait until I get you out on the open road. I did notice you relax into it, though, which was nice. And noticed you try to stop clonking my helmet with yours, after the first few times - I do understand it takes a bit of getting used to!
Just don't get too relaxed. Mate of mine used to have a girlfriend who fell asleep on pillion. He'd only realise when she started sliding off in corners!
I think I will get it. It was just too much fun carving through the traffic. And I can sell my barely-ever-used car to help fund a bit of it.
In answer to your question about how long we'd ride without rests - you'd just have to dig me in the ribs when you wanted to stop!
I thought the whole point of blogging was to be able to throw half-formed thoughts and emotional turbulence out into the ether? Anyway, it's your blog, you should never have to apologise to your readers for what you write. Their/our choice to read it, after all.
And does this mean we're going to get some photos of the pair of you in your leather gear?
Laughing and laughing at the image of Lestrade living in sin with his Triumph. In Argentina.
Laughing even harder at the Han Solo reference.
As for tadpoles, I imagine you have to be devious when you're an inch long and don't have any legs yet.
Bronwyn - It never occurred to me somehow that you could use tadpoles as bait. Somewhat disturbing now I have thought of it. Huh.
Anon - Depends how ridiculous I look. There should definitely be pictures of Lestrade though.
Lindsay - Ha, I'm glad someone got my immensely geeky joke. And I'm laughing at the concept of devious tadpoles now, thanks to you and Bronwyn. They have a hard life!
L - I might've had my eyes shut for a bit. Just at the beginning though. I can't ever see myself falling asleep back there though. It's much too exciting.
Did you know Ewan McGregor and a mate of his rode their motorbikes around the world?
http://www.longwayround.com/
I can't ever see myself falling asleep back there though. It's much too exciting.
That is exactly what I like to hear from my boyfriend.
And are you suggesting this as a summer holiday option? We'd have to get a sidecar for the boys...
I want a go. When can I have a go?
Oh wow, I've never, ever ridden a bike. I've always think it a dangerous business, but you make it sound so cool and interesting that I'm tempted to try it myself. Glad you enjoyed it! And as for your previous post, there's no need to apologize, it's your blog, after all. ;D I've only seen tadpoles a couple of times. They were these tiny, tiny white, almost transparent little fish-like thingies. :P I thought they were cute.
L -I...wasn't exactly, but now you mention it...
I'd suggest: ludicrous speed. ;)
Lupe - if they were truly tiny TINY white, almost transparent tadpoles, I think you were looking through a microscope at err...a gentleman's emission.
Danger - Mycroft would be bored stiff. And I've never ridden a bike with a sidecar. But we could go somewhere, maybe? Just decide as soon as poss, cos I have to book leave way in advance, to avoid court dates etc.
No I still think camping is the way to go really. Just had a brief fantasy about running away from home.
Sherlock, he hasn't even bought it yet...
I had a brief fantasy about running away from home once. Almost 30 years ago. I haven't been back yet. Don't run away without us?
YOU'VE been on it. He's been on it. I want to go on it.
Sherlock, IF I buy the bike, then we can find somewhere you can have a ride on it - with certain conditions attached. 1. Your Mum has to give us written permission, if she's happy for you to ride with me. 2. We need to get you some protective gear. 3. We need to be sure you'd be safe on the bike, somehow. Okay? There is no way they'd let me test ride with you. I'm afraid, no matter how clever you are and how old you act, unless you can grow a foot or so overnight, it's just not going to happen.
I can make human growth hormone in my bedroom.
Um...I admit that you know way more about science than I do. But I really don't think you can.
And if you can, then you shouldn't. Ask John, he's the doctor. But I'm fairly sure that would be a very bad idea.
Sometimes it is so frustrating being 5. Fortunately it doesn't last forever.
Think of it this way Sherlock, when you're big enough to ride the bike you'll be too big to ride Lestrade's shoulders. Enjoy the first while you're waiting for the second.
Or, no I think I got that backwards. Enjoy the second while you're waiting for the first.
Can I ride on Lestrade's shoulders when he rides the motorbike?
Nice try but I'm sure you're smart enough to know what his answer to that one is going to be.
Sherlock - human growth hormone isn't going to make you shoot up overnight, you know that. You can call your mum tomorrow and ask her permission, and if she says yes...he still won't have the bike yet. Sorry, love. Sometimes you just have to wait for things.
L - if I ran away from home without all of you, it wouldn't be any fun.
you say the sweetest things.
And even if we're not going halfway around the world, I do still need to book leave (probably should have already), so we'll have to pick a week or two and I'll get it off, then we can decide what we might do with it.
I need to ask Mycroft if he wants to keep up the tutoring over the summer too.
Do they even make protective gear for someone Sherlock's size? He's small even for five.
We'd have to measure him. Possibly not. You do see protective gear for kids, but as you say, he is quite small.
Yeah. If they don't, I can see that's going to be a fun conversation.
If they don't, then I shall be wearing all of my gear - armoured trousers, jacket, back protector, helmet, gloves etc. to tell him.
And be standing behind you.
Heh. I'll tell him, don't worry. He'll get over it eventually. Or...well, no, he likely won't, but he'll grow enough to fit into a helmet and so on.
I'm sure we can work something out. The boys don't have bikes, do they? (I mean pushbikes). Maybe we should try and sort something out? Be nice in the summer if they could ride around in the parks.
I know it's not the same, but it's a start?
Oh that's a brilliant idea. They don't have them - I doubt Sherlock ever has - and I hadn't even thought about it. I wonder if Mycroft ever learned.
If they don't make protective gear in Sherlock's size, they SHOULD. I can't think of anything cuter.
At least there's enough grass to avoid grazed knees and the worse end of the tumbles.
Having seen Mycroft on the ice, I don't think balance will be a problem!
Patience will be Sherlock's problem.
Des - I agree.
L - I suspect patience will be Sherlock's problem for the rest of his life.
Be patient Sherlock, and stand fast. My dad had a motorcycle from the time I was born until I was twelve or so, and I used to ride with him all the time. I had a macaroni-and-cheese yellow helmet and teeny-weeny little chaps and a tiny leather jacket. And yellow cowboy boots. I was a teeny, brightly colored leather baby.
And have faith, because I still know where to get such things for my cousin's daughter (who, despite his hopes, is definitely too small because she's under two, but he's already planning).
Check it out. http://www.jafrum.com/Motorcycle-Gear/Kids-Leather-Jackets-and-Vest
My one warning/suggestion for riding with people much larger than you are is to just trust the driver implicitly. It's like learning to dance, just relax and trust the guy who's leading.
Good luck! (And get a cool helmet!) Also? Take dancing lessons because they are amazingly fun! Especially swing dance.
Toodle!
Bronwyn
Would Mummy be able to arrange something custom made in Sherlock's size? (I am jumping on the bandwagon of thinking he would be utterly ADORABLE in the gear). On the otherhand, if he decided he were bored halfway though the ride, that could... go badly, so maybe it's best that they probably don't make protective gear for precocious 5 year olds.
So, if y'all ever go on your world tour, go to the town of Bishop in California, USA, and take the Poleta road to Death Valley. It's like driving on a roller coaster, I swear. I, who have major inner ear imbalance, hated it, but if twists and turns and hills are your thing you will have so much fun.
Also, the geology is kinda cool if you feel the need to get off the bike for awhile and look at rocks. And the oldest trees in the world are near there, they're these gnarly little pine trees that are like a thousand years old.
Hi John! I've spent the last couple days reading through your and Lestrade's blogs. You guys are wonderful -- it's a pretty nice way to distract myself from the depressing things that I have to read for my schoolwork. Even when you guys are having difficulties; you're so sensible about things and you love each other so much. It's really sweet. ♥
I'm super envious of the motorbike, btw. My roomie's boyfriend has one; if it's nice out he rides it down when he comes to visit on weekends, and I always demand a go!
I understand worrying about Sherlock, though. Mum and I still haven't told my dad about the time my uncle took me out on his motorbike when I was seven...
Would Mummy be able to arrange something custom made in Sherlock's size? (I am jumping on the bandwagon of thinking he would be utterly ADORABLE in the gear).
X - undoubtedly she could have an entire factory turning it out within the hour. Another big issue (for me) is that he isn't big enough to go on the back. And I wouldn't feel safe taking him on the road. But we'll find some private land and he can sit in front of me, between my arms, and have a bit of a ride - nothing fast, and nothing without my feet basically skimming the floor. But I hope it'll be a bit of a consolation. He will definitely need a helmet though. Even without the rest, I'm not taking him anywhere without headgear. His brain's too special.
Jessica - that sounds amazing. I've seen pictures of that part of the US, and it always looks almost like an alien world, so stark and beautiful. I'd love to go someday.
Polaris - Glad you've found us entertaining. :) I'm probably less worried about Sherlock riding than Lestrade is, to be honest, I suspect because he knows first hand how easy it is to get hurt. Protective gear apart from the helmet had barely occurred to me. You don't treat a lot of road rash in the Army.
Polaris - I'm too scared to tell my mum I'm getting a new bike. She won't be happy. I think she's had a few too many late-night phonecalls informing her of my incarceration in some hospital or another.
Doubtless Nicky will dob me in to her though, and she'll call me to express her displeasure! It's true when they say you never grow up in your parents' eyes.
...Exactly how many accidents have you had?
Not many serious ones! Half of the phonecalls - more than half - were when I was a PC/DC/before I was even in the police, not bike crashes, just fights and stuff. She seemed to think trouble followed me around.
I think I've had three bike accidents that put me in hospital. None my fault. Well, one I admit I might have been going a bit faster than necessary. And a few where I've been fine - walking wounded.
Heh. You know, I think your mum might have a point about trouble following you around - and that's just based on what's happened since I met you.
But we'll find some private land and he can sit in front of me, between my arms, and have a bit of a ride - nothing fast, and nothing without my feet basically skimming the floor.
That sounds like lots of fun to me. :) Sherlock may not be as easily satisfied knowing that John gets to go out on the road (life can be so unjust when one is five!) but it's nice that you are looking for ways to include him. :)
I've ridden a motorcycle all of once. I was seven, and my uncle took me (fairly slowly) around the block on his. I hated it, as it turns out, but it meant a lot that he let me try and didn't just take my older sister around.
All this talk of Sherlock. Has Mycroft expressed any interest? He's certainly big enough to enjoy a real go. And somehow I could see him going either way with it.
(No harm in passing if it doesn't appeal Mycroft, even if the rest of us are going on about how much we want a try. It's easy to say when you know you won't actually get a chance to risk your brain for a quick thrill.)
I'm thinking about it. Sherlock's going to be mad at me either way.
Yeah, you're probably not going to win on the Sherlock front. But you might as well get used to that. You'll be the big brother for the rest of your life and some things are inherent to the role.
Danger - and just as you say such a thing, everything hits the fan here. Arrests made. Although I might take a moment to point out that actually, given the job, I follow trouble, it doesn't follow me. And nothing's happened since I met you! A couple of scratches, nothing to write home about.
Kholly - At the risk of Sherlock's wrath, Mycroft is indeed plenty big enough to come on the back, and is more than welcome to do so. I'll get something like this for him if he's interested. (Actually, Danger, you might like that for longer journeys, too.) as well as all his own riding gear.
It might be handy for getting him to his tutors on time, what with the London traffic. But it's entirely up to him.
And now I realise that's not very clear. The link shows a belt, which I'd wear, with handles on it for him to hold, to make him feel safer, and not have to reach anywhere too far/awkward for him.
Is it really dangerous? You all keep talking as if it's hugely risky, but I've looked up the statistics and they don't seem that bad.
Why do I find myself assuming that you and Danger will find alternative uses for that...
Mycroft, risk is about likelihood and impact, ie, how likely it is that the thing will happen, and how bad would it be if it did (I'm sure you already know this). The likelihood of coming of a motorbike isn't hugely high, with an experienced and responsible rider like Lestrade, although he can't control the actions of other road users. The impact of being in an accident on a motorbike is typically going to be much worse than being in the same accident in a car, or on the bus. That's what tends to really worry people. You know that Lestrade wouldn't allow you to ride with him unless he'd taken every precaution to keep you safe, but an element of residual risk will remain.
In the end, of course, if Lestrade and John are willing to let you do it, then it's entirely your decision.
Mycroft - it's more dangerous than being in a car or the Tube. Less dangerous than riding a horse.
All I can do is promise I'll take every precaution and try to stay safe - whether or not any of you are riding with me. Stats show riders over 40 are much safer. And I've never had an accident whilst carrying a pillion...but then I didn't used to give people rides that often. And I know all the danger points, the most likely places/ways in which accidents happen, so I'd like to think I'd be a pretty safe rider.
Anon above is mainly right - except I'm afraid it's not mine, John's or your final decision - because you're a child, the final say so is your Mum's. I can't take you on the back if she doesn't give me express permission. That's the law.
because you're a child, the final say so is your Mum's
Excellent point; what I was trying to say (not very successfully) was that *if* all of the relevant permissions are in place, then Mycroft should not feel obliged to pander to other peoples' opinions - whether that Sherlock's, or ours, or anyone else's.
She'll let me if I want to. She let me fly a plane once for a little bit and I was only eight.
Then Anon is right again - it's entirely up to you. If I find somewhere to let Sherlock have a go, then you can have a ride then, too, before going out on the road, see how you feel about it all. It really doesn't matter either way - you're welcome if you'd like to, no worries if you wouldn't. I'm sure I can borrow some kit for you, before you make a choice, to try out.
I'll get John to speak to your Mum.
L - you following trouble... Yeah, that does sound more like it. Although given we were chasing a killer through a swamp the same day we met, maybe I shouldn't put all the "blame" on you.
Oh and how bad is your flat? Should I go over and clean up some more before Nicky arrives, or will you have time tomorrow?
It's not that bad, just need to put some washing away, check for new life in the fridge, the usual. I got most of it done the other night. I'll get it sorted tomorrow.
I should be finished here soon, but I'm dead on my feet. Just want to eat and sleep. If there's a way to do both at once, I shall find it.
I'll be impressed if you do. Will this performance take place here or at yours?
Obviously I'd rather it was yours...but I won't exactly be very good company (combination of being tired, being around murderers and talking to Bryan again).
On the plus side, being a doctor I'm sure you're more than capable of rescuing me if I choke on a sandwich in my sleep?
I'd rather have you here as well.
How did it go with Bryan? Or, actually, maybe answer that tomorrow after you've had some sleep.
Don't think sleep will change much.
Okay, actually. Better than last time, anyway.
He pretty much said he wouldn't do anything to stand in the way of it all - although I'll believe that when it happens.
He keeps asking why, though. Obviously he knows there's a reason that suddenly, after two years, this is important to me. He thought I wanted to get married again, possibly still does, even though I told him that wasn't the case.
Half of me wants to tell him all about you and the boys and how fucking fantastic it is, and half of me is terrified that if he knew he'd just...I don't know, but I don't want him to know about all of you. Probably totally irrational. So he's annoyed at not knowing, hence my distrust that he really will let all this happen without doing something.
I haven't got a clue what to do for the best.
Look, I know I said I wanted to meet him, but if you don't want to tell him about us at all, that's all right. I don't want to make this more stressful for you. It sounds like it's bad enough already. Are you expecting some sort of trouble from him? Or maybe, from your tone, I should ask what sort of trouble you're expecting?
You could always make something up, though granted there aren't a lot of reasons to want a dissolution besides the obvious.
There are different things he could do. The simplest way to demonstrate the marriage breakdown is to have lived apart for more than two years - which we have...but that relies on both of us agreeing/signing to say we have. He could just refuse. Then I'd have to go down the 'unreasonable behaviour' route, I suppose.
If he does agree, then we have to sort out the finances. Worse case scenario, he could make claim for a lump sum, or continual payments from me, and a portion of my pension. None of which I think he has right to. And then it could get messy.
In so many ways I want to tell him about you. But largely that's just to show him how lucky I am. No other reason. So it's just probably not the best idea. Not yet.
To venture an opinion on this (though I'm aware it's none of my business---feel free to ignore), I think that it's sensible not to want to go on about how lucky you are, because that can definitely incite pettiness (especially if he hasn't met someone new?)
On the other hand, if you're going to make up a reason for the dissolution, then make sure that there's no other way he'll find out. If he's going to learn about John et al, it would likely be better for him to hear it from you than to find out by accident and know he's been lied to.
L - What sort of unreasonable behavior?
We seem to be making it everyone's business, by discussing it here, so don't worry, opinions welcomed.
I imagine he's met rather a lot of new people. If his behaviour before we split is anything to go on. But I very much doubt he's met anyone 'special'.
I won't make anything up, I just won't give him any details. Although if he Googles my name, he'll find all this anyway, so it's not that much of a secret. However, I very much doubt he'd ever think I'd something like this, so I'm not worried.
It seems to me that he'd have a hard time making a case to an outside observer (ie. mediator or court) that he needs/deserves any of your money if he's been living just fine without it for the last two years. If your breakup brought him financial hardship he should have felt it well before now. He might refuse to sign that you've been living apart but wouldn't there be rent checks and stuff like that as proof?
But then this is always a messy sort of business that tends to be driven much more by emotion than logic. It'll be hard, I expect, to stay above the pettiness. But I'm sure you'll try and it will certainly help at the end of the day knowing you have John and the boys supporting you.
Kholly - I agree. I'd just rather we got everything sorted out of court, nice and simple, then just got the court to sign off on it. Not go through all the drama of actually having to argue the case. I do enough of that already, without it escaping my work life into my relationships.
And it does, you've no idea. Just thinking about them gives me a bit more strength.
Danger - Unreasonable Behaviour...it's a bit of a catch-all. The hard part is they'd want times and dates and everything that ever happened, you know. And most of it sounds stupid, alone, petty. Late nights, and clubbing, and if he did sleep around I doubt he knows who the blokes were, so I'd have a hard time proving it. Fights we had, which I've got no evidence of...and that makes me feel pretty stupid, giving my job, but I don't suppose anyone ever thinks it'll get this far, at the time.
Fights as in arguments? Because you don't usually collect evidence of arguments.
Some arguments got a bit...heated. He wasn't always sober. Sometimes he was high. Probably didn't know what he was doing all the time.
When this gets to the point where you have to actually see him in person I'd like to come along please. I don't care how you introduce me or even if you introduce me. I'd just like to be there.
I think that might be a bad idea.
I might not even have to see him. It depends what he does. And it would be in a solicitor's or something.
He wouldn't do anything to me. And anyway, I always used to be able to restrain him in the end. Being a trained rozzer does have some advantages.
I shouldn't have brought all this up tonight anyway, but please just think about it for a while. I promise I won't start anything with him. And as you say, you might not even have to see. I certainly hope you don't.
Yeah, let's all hope so.
I'll be home in a bit, just prepping some paperwork to present to the courts. Could have been back hours ago if...anyway, doesn't matter. Should be with you before 11.
I honestly don't know. Worst case, I suppose. It might all be fine.
Kholly - I missed half your question earlier. It doesn't matter if you have proof you've lived apart, if it's after two years but before five you both have to sign to agree that's what's happened. Otherwise I have to wait until 5 years are up, when I don't need his agreement. Or go another route, as I said.
You can wait the five years if you want to. I'm sorry, I didn't realize what I was getting you into.
No way, not now I've got back in touch with him. You were right, should have done this in the first place. I don't want him in my life, don't want this hanging over me now. And you didn't get me into it, I got myself into it a long time ago.
For a pair of BAMFs, this is the second time in as many days that I've wanted to give both of you a hug.
Perhaps you'd both be so good as to act as my proxies in this regard?
After all that fuss and now it doesn't matter? You were angry about it before, make up your mind! No wonder the poor bastard is feeling bad, never knows where he is with you.
But then maybe he's just into unreliable boyfriends giving him guilt trips.
Previous Troll!Anon's comments make me realise I need to find a username, just to avoid any inadvertent association with such asshatted opinions.
They do, unfortunately, give Anonymous a bad name.
Oh come on. I could use any username I felt like and just have. If you want to call it asshatted then back it up. Nannyboy is unreliable and the copper does go for that, it's obvious.
Just calling me names doesn't change that. And you lot of adoring groupies are just watching the train wreck too, just I am honest enough to say so.
It was obvious it wasn't you, Lestrade.
Joining in with the hugs. It's in our nature to worry that things may turn out for the worst, but I hope your imaginings turn out to be for naught.
Lestrade - so long as you're posting logged in, it's clear what is and what isn't you, regardless of names (you have your full names and cute Baby!PC photo heading your posts).
(Troll!Anon - you're gratuitously insulting the people whose blogs you're commenting on, you're making unfounded accusations based on no evidence, you're assuming that changing one's mind in light of new evidence is a bad thing, and you're doing it in a discourteous manner = asshat).
L - I know it wasn't you, and it wasn't that I didn't know what it would entail. I didn't know what he'd done. That changes things.
Ignore the troll. If he doesn't know how to just navigate away from your blogs to any of the other hundreds of billions of websites he could look at, then he won't understand anything you say to him.
Also... did anyone notice Mycroft said he'd flown a plane when he was eight???
Yeah, well, in a few months hopefully I'll never even have to think about him again, and that will be nice. You were right, clean break, new start, it's the best thing. We'll get there.
And I have to tr and sleep now. Need to work tomorrow morning and finish before Nicky gets here. Although I don't think my brain's going to shut down for a while yet.
@Des: two very good points - I was repressing the stuff about Mycroft flying the plane, whilst simultaneously rationalising why flying a plane is safer than riding pillion (not sure whether it is or not, mind :-p)
Reiterating previous hugs to the pair of you - please do try to bear in mind each other's perspectives on this.
@Des: Oh, I definitely noticed the bit about Mycroft flying a plane when he was eight.
I did ask him about that. He clarified that he didn't meant landing or take off, just "steering it in the sky for a while." I'm...not at all sure that's less worrying. The possibility she let him land it hadn't actually occurred to me.
If it was anything like my experience of plane flying when I was 8 or 9, then someone was right near another set of controls just in case things went poorly.
Of course, I may be wrong, since I wasn't the child prodigy that Mycroft is. :) How did you find flying? What sort of plane was it? I only got to steer a glider about, but it was still crazy fun (much more fun than my motorcycle riding experience...)
As to the rest of it, Lestrade I'm sorry that you're having to go through this nonsense. I hope that he doesn't try to make things more complicated for you; since you've lived apart these two years what reason would he have for wanting to stay married? I hope that logic carries the day and this is over sooner rather than later.
I doubt she would have let him land, John. With all respect to Mycroft, there's a deal more to landing a plane than being exceptionally clever. I'm sure Herself is not the type to let maternal pride overcome common sense.
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