Writing this from bed while L delivers his paperwork back to the Yard, though I may end up posting it later if he's back soon. Mycroft's still asleep. Pretty sure he was up till all hours playing with the new computer. Sherlock woke up when L left, got in bed with me, and fell back asleep. He's a very small lump under the covers. I suspect L will sleep most of the way to Nicky's. It's going to be a sleepy day.
It'll be lovely to see Nicky and everyone again and to meet L's mum. Speaking of which - thanks, Harry, for making meeting our family sound so dire in that comment last night. I'm sure it won't be that bad.
Hm. What else. Oh, corset beat Dorset - not really surprised, given how enthusiastic some of you seem to be about corsets. I'm having a hard time thinking up the next poll. Any ideas? General themes? Also, sorry I haven't been answering comments so much lately, I'll try to do better once this little bit of madness is over.
It'll be lovely to see Nicky and everyone again and to meet L's mum. Speaking of which - thanks, Harry, for making meeting our family sound so dire in that comment last night. I'm sure it won't be that bad.
Hm. What else. Oh, corset beat Dorset - not really surprised, given how enthusiastic some of you seem to be about corsets. I'm having a hard time thinking up the next poll. Any ideas? General themes? Also, sorry I haven't been answering comments so much lately, I'll try to do better once this little bit of madness is over.
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Sleepy days can be some of the best days. I'm planning on having one as soon as I get into bed over here. It's very late (or early depending on perspective).
As to your quizzes, you've yet to do the usual round of blogging standards. You know the favorites group (colors, seasons, modes of transportation, holidays, pets). You could always do a "how tech savvy are you". Or a sexuality quiz. Or a choosemyour continent quiz. Or just start asking things like "what are you wearing?" or "if I said you had a beautiful body would younhold it against me"?
I could go on, but I shan't as it is late and I am tired.
TTFN,
Bronwyn
Good luck meeting Lestrade's mum! :) I'm sure she'll like you right away, you're very likeable! Overall, I wish you all a very fun and happy trip. :) By the way, what have you been reading to the boys as of lately? I remember you mentioned you were reading The Jungle Book. Did they like it? I read it a few years ago and loved it. :3
Time and time again, I'm struck by how well you and Greg manage to balance very busy and demanding jobs on top of raising two intelligent and energetic kids. Also, the image of Sherlock curled up in bed next to you is really quite adorable.
I know you'll have fun with Nicky and her family, and hopefully the "Meet the Parent" meeting goes well. Have a safe drive!
-A from NW
Uncle Orio, have you left yet? I want you to get here soon! Come on!
Carla
Xoxox
We're just leaving, love. But some of the traffic might not be that great. We'll be with you as soon as possible.
What about "Where are you from?" Just to find out more about your readers.
And the chaos begins...four adults are no match for four kids and two massive dogs.
Sorry, Somerset/Bristol, for what we are about to inflict upon you.
Good job I'm safe in Gloucester then ;)
You might be able to see the smoke/feel the fallout from there...
Actually, so far, so calm... probably because we're eating. Full scale chaos due shortly...
Possibly at least one of the dogs should've been named Chaos.
Possibly at least one of the boys should have been. No prizes for guessing which.
Man, it's just as well you didn't; you don't want to tempt fate that way!
True story: when he was a kitten, my now fully-grown male cat was a tiny spitfire. He climbed my leg with his claws, woke me up by gnawing my toes, knocked stuff over, climbed on top of the reservoir of his water bowl, and just generally acted like a lunatic. I named him Loki, after the Norse god of mischief. It seemed appropriate.
You know what else Loki is the god of? Destruction. He starts out as more of a troublemaker, but he engineers the murder of Freya's son Baldr and after that it's all nastiness. In the end, he leads his monster children in a war against the Gods, heralding Ragnarok, the end of the world.
My cat has not caused the world to end. But his mischief did evolve into straight destructiveness in a way that's eerily evocative of Loki.
In conclusion, you want to be careful what names you give people and pets to grow into. ;)
It sounds like you guys have an... interesting... weekend ahead of you! Take care, and try not to let any dogs (or certain children)blow anything up!
Hope you have a great time! I fled Battery Park in advance of the hurricane and am at Mum's house in New Jersey in horse country, I'm treating it like a vacation though I have no idea how I'm getting to work on Monday! Right now, I'm helping take things off the wall in case a tree falls on us. It's exciting until it all starts! Have fun in the Westcountry! Innie, don't you live in Brooklyn? Did you leave or are you just hiding out?
Lindsay - Yeah, just look at Danger Watson here...
Piplover - I'm pretty sure we won't get an invite back if we blow anything important up. And I think both boys would like a return visit.
Azure - And everyone else in the danger zone, stay as safe as you can. And let us all know you're okay when you get a chance/power back. We'll be thinking of you. (And three out of four of us will be thinking 'bloody hell glad I'm not there'. The fourth will be wishing he was right in the action...)
I've evacuated myself to my parents' house (just north of nyc) as well. My apartment in Brooklyn will probably be fine, but they were shutting down the public transit and I didn't want to get trapped.
Unfair, I've hardly been in any trouble at all since I met you!
Greg, I honestly think it might be a little bit over cautious that we had a mandatory evacuation in Battery Park and that they're shutting down the public transport for the first time ever. But at the same time it's better to be safe than sorry. And they're saying if you stay and get in trouble they will not be sending to send anyone to help you which I think it is fair and sensible: you can't put someone else in danger. The guy in charge of safety in Cape May (a really low shore area of Jersey) said that if you refuse to leave his suggestion was to wear tied up trainers with a note card in your left shoe with your name, social security number, and next of kin info because he'd like to be able to identify you when they find your body. I hope it's overkill but we'll see. Mum and I plan to sleep in the living room which will be totally safe.
Let's see John- suspected of murder, barely-hinted-at doings on the moor, getting cracked in the head by burglar-slash-gangbangers... Yes, hardly any trouble at all, really.
Git. :) (Not that any of it was your fault, just your ridiculous ability to downplay everything makes me giggle.)
Azure- I'd say that's harsh but fair. Our governor (Maryland) declared a state of emergency and ordered Ocean City (on the coast, expected to get the worst of it as far as our state's concerned) to evacuate. He also said that it was horribly selfish for people not to evacuate, which I think is true.
I read online that this is projected to be the worst storm to hit NYC since 1941, and you ARE right there on the water so there's danger of storm surge. Better safe than sorry, but I hope it's not as bad as projected and that you and yours are fine!
The reason I met you was you were trouble, Danger. And you haven't stopped being since. Hah.
Azure - it's a fine line, between keeping people safe and trying to ensure they don't think it's a big over-reaction and therefore ignore it next time around...not a job I'd want to have, making those decisions!
Lindsay - Exactly. Although I'm wondering if 'gangbangers' has a different meaning on your side of the pond...
It's all relative! I've only been shot at once.
once since when?? You've been actually shot at least twice that I know of. Plus everything Lindsay said. Plus being the guardian of a criminal mastermind who turned over Harrods...
I'd say that was living up to your name.
Azure and Becca, best to be safe, definitely, even if it turns out to be nothing. I'm glad you're both out of harms way.
Greg, gangbanger means something totally different here. I was shocked the first time someone said that their "idiot brother" was a gangbanger when he was fifteen and had to get his tattoo removed when he was twenty-ish. I was about seventeen when she told me. I was thinking, "Why would you tell someone your brother was gangbanger and roll your eyes?" And I was horrified that she still talked to him. Then I found out it meant a member of a gang and thought, "Well, a lot of fifteen year-olds are thugs and want to belong to a group."
Thanks, Danger, have a great holiday!
L - once since I met you!
And we haven't yet known each other a year.
Ergo, that is no proof that you're not living up to your name. Many people manage to go many, many years without being shot at. Whole lifetimes, in fact.
You got SHOT, John? Was Mycroft there?
Can we call you Uncle Danger? Or just Danger, if you'd like? Uncle Orio hardly ever calls you John and it sounds funny.
Carla
xoxox
I'm not near the low lying areas of my state (MD) either, but it has started raining already even though they said it wouldn't get bad for another 5 or 6 hours. It's the power that's going to be the potential problem around me. I heard on the news yesterday that my local power company is the second worst in the country for getting things restored after an outage. This was not surprising to me at all from past experience. I've stocked up on dry goods and a manual can opener.
Have fun with all the kids. Is it nice for the boys to have "cousins"? Do they have any actual ones? My dad's from a big family so I have more cousins than I can count - well they keep getting married and having kids and such so more like I can't keep up with counting - so it's always a little odd for me to talk to people who don't have extended family at all.
Were you thinking gangbanger in the sexual sense? Or is there yet another meaning that I don't know about?
I actually usually don't use the word, it strikes me as a bit flippant and I get quite angry about gangs.
Lindsay - here I've only ever heard it used in a sexual sense. Which I presumed you didn't mean.
KHolly - a friend of mine out there had the hurricane pass over this morning, and apart from trees down and it discovering some leaks in his roof, everything's fine. No power cuts, no major floods/disruption. Hope you're as fortunate.
Carla- you're perfectly welcome to call me uncle Danger, I'd like that. :) I got shot in the war, not here, but yeah the getting shot at, Mycroft and Sherlock were both there for that unfortunately.
Okay! Are you an uncle already?
I'll ask Mycroft about it. If he wants to talk about it. I understand if he doesn't - it must have been scary.
I know Mum gets scared when Uncle Orio has to do dangerous things, and I bet she'll worry about you too.
azure, thanks for asking - I am still holed up in my apartment here in Brooklyn, and aside from about ten minutes of rain a few hours ago, there hasn't been any meteorological excitement so far. I'm not in the evacuation zone and while a friend across town (who lives conveniently close to those cupcakes) invited me to stay with her and her husband, I thought I'd rather stay put. I washed my hair and did a lot of cooking this morning and am just hoping the power stays on (though I did make sure I found my flashlight and electric lighter for strategically placed candles).
John, I hope you're all having a lovely time, though I have a funny feeling Sherlock doesn't believe in food comas.
I'm not, Harry and Clara talked about adopting, but they never did.
And contrary to apparent popular opinion around here, I really don't do anything more dangerous than walk Sherlock to school these days so no one needs to worry. :)
I'd say your cooking was considerably more dangerous than walking Sherlock to school...
I haven't set anything on fire yet...
Yet, John. Yet. It took me a long time to move past the burning water stage, but it took a few melted pots and some flames to get there. Maybe with Sherlock and Mycroft to help you'll get to skip that part?
I think that's more down to Mycroft keeping an eye on you...
Anyway, it wasn't YOU cooking that's dangerous. It was eating it, I meant. Hah. ;)
Just wait till I make that curry she has a video of. That'll be dangerous all right.
Kholly - as far as I know the boys don't have any blood relations but their mum, but then I'm not sure I would know.
Pip - I'm hoping to skip that part, yeah. Our house does not need more smoke or flames than it already gets from Sherlock's experiments.
John, don't let Orio tease you. Horrible boy.
He once killed a potted plant with a flaming hot cross bun, you know.
It sounds like you've really been doing well with your cooking recently. And Mycroft and Carla sound like they're having a lot of fun in there now. It's rather a luxury, being able to relax with a glass of wine, waiting for dinner to appear on the table! I could get used to it!
Did he really? I am fascinated, please tell me more!
It smells delicious too; they're both doing really well, much better than I am - which is ideal as far as I'm concerned. :)
A flaming hot cross bun? How do you set a pastry on fire? I ask, not out of a need to hear other people's kitchen disaster stories, but to know what NOT to do in the kitchen. So, do tell, Nicky. Please? :)
Everyone in the path of Hurricane Irene, stay dry, stay safe. Your nightmare week will hopefully be over soon...
John, Greg and company: It sounds like your weekend is off to a great start!
I'm fairly sure that was your fault. Or Danny's, Rachel's or Sam's. Not mine.
And Danger is doing wonderfully with cooking.
I just fear that I've agreed to move in to a flat where Danger and Sherlock are about to be left to their own devices for large parts of the day, without Mycroft's calming influence.
And Mycroft may have taught Danger just enough in the kitchen to be...well, dangerous. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing...
Sorry, that was me, A from NW, posting above. A bit panicked today, trying to reach my friends on the East Coast to make sure they're safe. (They probably are, but I'm a Mother Hen and all that.)
I don't remember exactly what happened. It was probably after school, or at a weekend, so he was trying to feed us. I remember the smell of burning, him swearing (which he did try not to do in front of us), and when he pulled the grill tray out there were about four halves of hot cross bun, at least one of which was alight (currants do catch fire easily, I suppose, when very hot), so he span around to fling them into the sink, but one overshot, flew onto the window sill, into the pot plants that sat there and set one alight! It all went from a tasty snack to a smoke-filled, water-drenched disaster in under a minute. And we went hungry.
I do hope your friends are safe, A.
It must be very hard trying to contact people if you don't know if they have power or phone lines or even mobile phone signals.
Hmm... so how exactly was that her fault, Lestrade? Sounds like all you to me...
The problem I discovered in the earthquake was that even though I was fine - if slightly flumoxed - and there was nothing wrong my cell phone or power I still couldn't call my mother because the lines were all tied up with everyone thinking the same thing. So A from NW I'd say assume the best until you hear otherwise.
(And when I did finally reach my mom she said, Oh was there an earthquake. So I guess she wasn't worrying about me.)
Nicky - Thanks for the good thoughts. Right now, it's down to Facebook updates, phone calls and the good old classmates network/grapevine. So far, everyone I've managed to reach are already in safe places. If it's going to be just rain, my friends will be fine. It's everything else they're worried about...
-A from NW
I wouldn't have burnt them if I hadn't been distracted by...I don't know, Maths homework, or someone needing something. So that would have been down to one of them.
KHolly - yeah, in the London bombings the phone lines all got jammed up by people trying to phone friends/relatives, which was a massive problem for the emergency services, as people who really needed help couldn't get through.
*fingers crossed* for all those in the hurricane's path.
Hope that Bristol is surviving the Holmes/Lestrade/Watson chaos :-)
It is so far...
I think tomorrow we'll go to the camera obscura/observatory/cave/Clifton suspension bridge. I imagine both boys will find it interesting.
Then the apocalypse may occur. Or something.
I think I'm worrying too much about everyone liking each other.
We made biscuits for your mum too. Does she like chocolate?
I won't tell you not to worry, but I do think it will go better than you fear it will.
You know, I don't know if she does. I mean, I've never heard her say she doesn't, but I don't know. Probably.
It's not that I think it will go particularly badly. I just...I don't know
Nobody doesn't like chocolate.
Sherlock! Move away from whatever device you've found to post from and go to SLEEP. It's late. Be good, or Nicky won't invite you back.
Oh, Orio, I never thought I'd see the day you were chiding someone for not being in bed asleep via a computer!
John, I know you and the boys are good for him.
Mycroft has also done wonders for Carla - you know her attitude to school has completely changed since she met Mycroft. Before she was always in a group who thought it was 'sad' to do well and be a 'geek', whereas now she wants to learn everything, to have things to talk to Mycroft about!
That's really wonderful, and I'm so glad they're getting on. It's lovely to see. I know Mycroft was really looking forward to this.
That's what happens, Nicks. You start hanging around with this bunch and suddenly you use better grammar and know which bit of cutlery does what.
Wild exaggeration. I still don't know what the more complicated bits of cutlery are for. I'm positive Mycroft does though.
...there's complicated cutlery?
I just meant using the knives and forks in the right order. What's the complicated stuff?
Although I really learnt that years ago, from Richard Gere in 'Pretty Woman'. Don't tell Mycroft that though.
There's fruit knives and things, aren't there? And tiny spoons with long handles and... I don't know. Ones you never see in real life.
Riiiight...
I wouldn't know. I've only ever seen cutlery in real life. No fantasy cutlery for me.
Although I'm not surprised there is for you. You're that sort.
Wait, what does Pretty Woman have to do with cutlery?
What sort???
The scene in Pretty Woman, where Richard Gere teaches Julia Roberts how to use the cutlery in the right order! You have seen Pretty Woman, right?
That sort.
I think I must've done? I remember him abusing a Lotus in the beginning, but that's about it.
If there's some sort of cutlery fetish out there, I don't even want to know.
Hah.
Right. Well...sleep feels like it's a long way off. But I suppose bed is a good idea. Got a lot to get through tomorrow.
Right, yes. Off to be stared at by posters of boybands.
Yeah. I've already been quizzed about whether I like them.
Jail S. Or something. Do YOU like them, Uncle Danger?
JLS, Orio!
Honestly, Carla will despair of you in the morning!
I've no idea who any of them are, and they all look about Carla's age. She said she'd play me some of their songs tomorrow...
Really?
Shame I'm busy then. But you have fun. You can show her your dance moves.
Great, you can look after Sherlock then. He'll probably be a bit cranky, given how late they were up.
I will take a grumpy Sherlock over a manufactured boyband any time.
We need to turn the lights out. they're all watching me.
Carla will have your head when she finds out you called them manufactured.
Right, I'll get it.
I shall have to rely on my Zio-charm to avoid a death-by-a-thousand-horrific-chart-topping-singles.
Sorry, Carla. I'm sure they're very good. Just not quite my type...
Heh. Time for sleep! I'm stealing your phone now.
Don't worry, 30 years from now Carla's boyfriend will buy her a jacket with boy band names sprinkled across the back and this will all have come full circle.
...Wait, your zio-charm?
kholly - ha! I can only hope.
I was going to click on your Titli's Busy Kitchen link, but alas, 404 error.
Earwax,
Bronwyn
I'm glad you lot are having fun over at Nicky's!
Unfortunately, high tide and the big winds are hitting at the same time around here so we're kind of crossing fingers around here. I'm actually not anywhere near water, but I do have quite a lot of trees around me so I'm hoping they don't tip over. I'll update again later (possibly in the morning), hopefully we wont lose power.
Other than that, what fun have you lot been up to? Any more 'when Greg was little' stories that need to be shared?
Hah, fancy cutlery. Did you know there are certain spoons which are meant to be used with preserves, but not sugar. And iced tea spoons, which I collect, because how could I p0ssibly resist something so random? Well, that and I drink iced tea constantly during the summer.
And if all that confuses you, just pray you never meet a trifle spoon, meant specially to serve trifle. Madness.
I'm glad you're all having fun! I hope meeting Lestrade's Mum goes well.
Zio Pericolo! I shall have to find an inventive way of getting you to remember your Italian. Maybe some sort of reward system...
Zio means uncle. What were you doing up at nearly 3am?
Stay safe, Tink.
And yes, Annoyedwabbit, I've doubtless Mycroft can recognise and know how to correctly use all of those things...
Thanks. I'm sure it will be fine. Well, I'm not, but I'm sure everyone will manage, regardless.
Just woke up, that's all. I remember the bits you tell me! Are you sure you've told me zio before? Perhaps you can use that points system.
I love camera obscuras (cameras obscura? Mycroft?) I imagine Sherlock in particular will find that fascinating.
Hope this afternoon goes OK, and that you all survive with your sanity intact. And if it all goes horribly wrong, at least there are chocolate biscuits, right?
I'm sure I have. Probably. Well, zio is uncle, zia is obviously aunt. Just as nonno is grandfather, nonna is grandmother. Now got written proof I've told you.
Thanks, Nameless.
Annoyedwabbit - I googled trifle spoon, but all it showed me was trifle recipes, and now I just want to eat trifle.
L - right, I shall remember now. I think I should've known that actually, or at least been able to guess. It's tio and tia in Spanish, Lupe told us.
Ha, I won't hold it against you. I forget loads too, because I barely ever use it nowadays. And doubtless sound like a teenager stuck in the 70s/80s, not a middle aged bloke, anyway.
Ha. Now I wish I could understand it just to hear you speaking 80s teen slang.
Out loud, please. It just doesn't have the same impact written down.
Right. Here goes nothing...
Worth the wait, everyone. I wish you could've heard him. Paul keeps asking him to "Do it again, Uncle Orio!"
L, I think you need to be wearing the Robin Sparkles jacket if you want to sound at all convincing. (kholly, heee!)
Greg - Orio - wherever you've gone, we're all leaving now. And you should come and say goodbye to Mum. Even if you don't want to.
You can meet us at the car at least?
I mean yeah I'll say goodbye to her. One of should try to be the grown up, right?
Probably. And Sherlock has the non-grown-up side covered better than...well, anyone else on Earth possibly. Your mum may not be quite as fond of him now as she was to start with.
Sometimes you have to appreciate Sherlock's direct style.
Sorry I walked out. I didn't mean to leave you there. I just thought I might say something I'd later regret.
It's all right, it turned out fine. Well. Fine as far as I'm concerned. And Nicky seemed more amused than anything else, so.
Good.
I'll assume she won't be inviting herself to stay any time soon. Which can only be a good thing, as far as I'm concerned.
So... it went fine, except for all the ways in which it didn't? I suppose at least it's done now.
Lestrade - you're a Gooner, right? I'd avoid the footy scores until you're in a better frame of mind...
Nameless - yeah. And I've seen then. Between the Scum wiping the floor with us and Rossi going backwards fast in the MotoGP it feels like it pretty much sums up my day.
So... it went fine, except for all the ways in which it didn't?
Yep. Just like life, generally.
L - yeah, I'd say highly unlikely on that score.
Oh, no! L, I'm so sorry things turned out as you feared they might. Let John and the boys and Nicky and her kids love you lots, okay?
She was pleased to see you.
Even if it might not have seemed that way.
And she did want to meet John and the boys. So... well, it's all done now, anyway.
She did like you, John, even if she's got a funny way of showing it... And the boys. I think she felt a little bit intimidated by you all. I don't expect she ever thought one of her boys (or girls) would go out with a Doctor. Or be about to wave a child off to Harrow.
It wasn't the worst it could have been, Innie.
She did sort of seem to like John and the boys, which was my main worry.
Nicky - I just wish she could see how amazing L is. And sorry, I probably should've tried a bit harder to rein in Sherlock.
Lestrade - I'm sorry you had a hard time this afternoon; although it sounds as if John and the boys had it a bit easier? No-one quite like family - especially parents, bless them - for being able to push buttons, is there?
And I promise not to take the "scum" comment personally :-p
Have you guys got something a bit less fraught planned for this evening?
Oh, no, I thought Sherlock was rather...good for her, actually. Out of the mouths of babes...
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that things went... well, about how you seem to have expected it would. John, I'm sure there wasn't much you could do to keep Sherlock from being, well, Sherlockish, especially if it was in defense of his DI and nanny.
I hope there are chocolate biscuits, and hugs from Spider, Danger, and the boys, and more time with your sister to make the day end on a better note. <3
Nameless - You've gone right down in my estimations now. Man U. Really? (I take that back very slightly if you actually have some direct link to Manchester).
And it didn't go so badly, really, everyone.
Don't know why I ever assumed she might in any way be pleased for me. Not when I'm divorcing that nice Bryan and moving in with someone so clearly out of my league.
Nicky - thanks. I'm glad it wasn't upsetting to you. Or at least I hope it wasn't.
X - there isn't a lot anyone can do once he gets going except remove him from the room. Which I failed to do because...well, a lot of what he said was what I wanted to say.
Lestrade, I'm sorry things didn't go as you had hoped, and more like the way you had feared.
My dad lives on the other side of the country, and I see him perhaps every few years. I love him dearly, but sometimes, it's just better not to have too much contact with certain family members. It's no one's fault, it's just that being related by blood doesn't guarantee you'll get along.
I would love to know what Sherlock said, since he seems to have a unique way of putting things in perspective, but would completely understand if you don't want to bring it up.
I hope the rest of your weekend goes better, and you can relax and just enjoy your family.
Hugs to you all!
She doesn't understand ANYTHING, even when I explained it to her a lot!
I'm sorry to hear that, Sherlock. Some people just don't understand certain things, no matter how much you explain. I've found that with those people, it's better to just smile a lot, nod your head, and sometimes pat them on the back and tell them it's OK.
Next time I'm going to tell her louder. She said stupid things about Lestrade that anyone can see are stupid and I think there might be something wrong with her brain from drinking a lot because John said that's what wrong with his sister.
Lestrade - don't be ridiculous, of course I haven't :-) I've only been there twice (both times to Old Trafford to see a match, FWIW).
Frank Skinner reckons that you should support the nearest professional club to where you're born. In my case, that'd be Ipswich; I've never been there. And even as a kid I supported Man U not the local teams. Same's true now. Don't suppose you'd be supporting Arsenal going by Frank's theory either :-)
Sounds like Sherlock had an interesting time today, at least?
...Sherlock.
Harry, if you're reading this, that is not a direct quote.
Nameless - with a middle name like 'Finchley' I'm allowed to support Arsenal as 'good team (once) from near the place I'm named after'.
Sherlock, that is probably partly what's wrong with her, yeah.
Sherlock: sadly, volume doesn't always help to make a point any clearer to someone who doesn't want to listen. It was lovely of you to try, though.
John: really cannot blame you for giving her the full force of Sherlock (at some volume, it sounds like). You and Mrs H have clearly raised him well.
Lestrade: I'm sorry that she isn't able to see what's best for you; I imagine that hurts quite a bit. Just remember that the family you've chosen in John and the boys loves you quite a bit, and they're the only ones who get a say in whether or not they're "out of your league" (honestly, what a thing to say!) and they clearly do not think that way.
I'm sure she means well, but unfortunately when parents mean well they can be at their worst. :/ She will just have to accept that "nice" Bryan is gone and you have a wonderful doctor now. If she can't, it's her loss.
(sorry that's getting ranty; ive had friends go through similar battles with their parents and it's always hard).
Lestrade - OK, yeah, on account of your middle name, you get a pass :-) (Maybe I should change my middle name to Stretford).
Sherlock - sometimes people don't want to know what you tell them, even when you're right, and even when they're trying to keep believing something stupid. Especially then, really. It's very frustrating. It's been my experience that they won't listen though, no matter how loudly you tell them that they're wrong.
How did Mycroft get on?
She did sort of seem to like John and the boys, which was my main worry. But you're the one who makes them happy! Not that you need telling from me, as I imagine that Sherlock told her so at top volume.
Sherlock, you have such a good heart.
Lestrade - I'm sorry that things turned out rather as you feared. And that you were hurt once again. I'll just add my hugs to those from the others.
You'll have join me in supporting Dovizioso.
Sherlock - Unfortunately, you can't force people to understand things, and yelling the truth at them will only make them more unwilling to listen. Sometimes, all you can do is grit your teeth and keep quiet.
Greg - It's obvious that John and the boys love and adore you (and treat you far better than that "nice" Byron). Whatever hurtful things your mother said to you, it doesn't matter. You love her because she's your mother, and maybe it's best you don't live in the same city as each other. *hugs*
Mycroft - Are you doing all right? I know how stressful it can be when you're trying to stay out of the crossfire of an unpleasant conversation.
John - *hugs*
John - should bloody hope not! My head was on wrong a long time before I started on the scotch.
Lestrade - about John being 'out of your league', pretty sure mum's going to see it the other way round if that's any comfort. She knew Clara was too good for me straight off.
Anon, I wasn't there. We'd gone outside. Sherlock had gone back to get more chocolate biscuits.
I was out in the field, and Lestrade was trying to make me climb a tree (He did climb the tree).
Carla says Mrs Wilkinson (Lestrade's Mother) is proud of Lestrade really, and tells other people about what he does as well as keeps newspaper clippings about him. But sometimes people never tell the person in question things like that, I've found.
Mycroft, you really are an observant and astute young man. I think you said it best.
I also hope that you do find a tree to climb. It may seem a bit silly, but there is nothing like the view you'll get from up a tree.
Lestrade didn't make it look very easy. I don't know.
I think I'm happy enough not climbing trees, thank you.
I'm bloody 46! When I and that tree were both younger and smaller, it was no problem.
Cheeky beggar.
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