All right, so...I still like it, but rugby at 40 is significantly different than rugby at 25, which is the last time I played with any kind of regularity. Still, with Sally in charge, I feel like we'll have a decent chance. Definitely need to be more regular with the running though. And possibly other things.
...But not until Sunday, because right now I feel like I've been stepped on by something large. I think his name was Ian.
After that, the park, Sherlock and Mycroft running around and trying out newly acquired rugby skills on each other while I lay very still in the grass. Ice cream. Mycroft got vanilla and chocolate, Sherlock got mint and chocolate, and I got something called goji berry...I don't know, it was pink and nicely tangy.
And then we came home. And, I know you'll all be shocked to learn, I cooked actual food.
...But not until Sunday, because right now I feel like I've been stepped on by something large. I think his name was Ian.
After that, the park, Sherlock and Mycroft running around and trying out newly acquired rugby skills on each other while I lay very still in the grass. Ice cream. Mycroft got vanilla and chocolate, Sherlock got mint and chocolate, and I got something called goji berry...I don't know, it was pink and nicely tangy.
And then we came home. And, I know you'll all be shocked to learn, I cooked actual food.
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Sounds nice! :D Maybe you can all watch "Invictus" to further motivate Lestrade. ;)
I keep waiting for one of you to get the best flavor ever - chocolate peanut butter - but maybe that's just an American thing since your peanut butter and ours are quite different?
Are you going to tell us what you made, or let L's delighted praise speak for you?
Hurray! I'm glad you had such a good time and that you're cooking. I bet it's awesome. It's finally cooled off here and is 29 out so I feel like I can cook something tonight as opposed to having yet another salad. I'm sorry you got stepped on.
Bloody hell! It smells great in there ( I have been shoved into the bedroom to change). Sherlock hasn't got John held hostage, the cooking smells delicious, John looks fine for someone who has been slightly stepped on, and even the dogs are behaving... think I've stepped into a parallel universe!
What's brought this on, Dangerous one? You can't be that pleased to be playing rugby again.
John said you forgot but I didn't think you really could have but did you???
Umm. I don't know, Sherlock. I think...probably? Given I have no idea what you're talking about?
And I'm sorry in advance if it was something important.
TOMORROW IS YOUR BIRTHDAY HOW CAN YOU FORGET YOUR OWN BIRTHDAY??? I know exactly when mine is, I made a counter online so I know how many HOURS!
Ha. Not quite how I was planning to tell you, but Sherlock has got the point across! Happy birthday, love.
Is it? Oh, yeah, you're right.
Thanks, John. That's really kind of you.
Sherlock...well, first I hadn't noticed the date, and secondly it's...well, once you've had a lot of birthdays you don't think about them as much, I suppose. And thirdly, it's been...pretty much forever since I celebrated it, so...I wasn't really thinking about it.
But it's really very kind of John to remember and cook for all of us.
Danger - thank you. Seriously. Although given it's not until tomorrow you didn't have to cook when you'd been all stepped on and run ragged, you know?
Well, we might have other plans for tomorrow. You'll have to wait and see.
Why wouldn't you celebrate it??? Don't you want presents?
You really, seriously, shouldn't go to any trouble. I mean, beyond what you've done already. Which is fantastic. Thank you.
Not really, Sherlock. There's nothing I want more than to spend a nice day with John and Mycroft and you, if I'm honest.
We're going to do fun things tomorrow! And then you and John are doing something but he won't tell me what because he didn't think I could keep it a secret even though I COULD REALLY, I didn't tell you it was almost your birthday even though I knew all week! And I made you a spider because you liked the one on your card before and also the biscuits.
Fun things? I see. You lot have been busy, haven't you? And yes, I'm sure you could have, but sometimes it's nice to have a special surprise that only one person knows about...I think. but well done for keeping all of this a secret.
And thank you. I can honestly say no one has ever made me a spider for my birthday before. Shall I wait until tomorrow to see it?
Yes you have to wait for presents because it's not properly your birthday yet. It's a really good spider though and I wrapped it myself.
I bet, given you made it, it is the very best spider anyone could ever receive. Although I am beginning to see John's point re keeping secrets...it's traditional to let the person find out what's inside the wrapping paper by opening it...not being told first.
but hey, who cares about tradition, right? It really is very, very kind of you to make me something.
John says everyone stop typing and come and eat because he's finally got the sauce right.
And happy almost birthday, Lestrade. :)
*visions of a spider mummified in tape and brown paper* Well done Sherlock! You kept your present a secret almost until Greg's birthday! ;-P (Also, the autocorrect on my tablet keeps changing your name to different words - mostly to "snarky" or "sneaky".)
Have fun tomorrow, gentlemen.
AMDG,
Bronwyn
(AMDG? Well, you can tell I've been doing work correspondence all day.)
ok, if John can type in secret under the tabel, so can i.
this is blooody deliciosu
I think he's been hiding his cooking talent from
I saw that, mister.
glad it's all right though
Hah, I'll finish it then...instead of guiltily hitting 'post' before you confiscated my phone.
...hiding his cooking talent from all of us.
It's better than all right. It's all lovely - the tart..flan...thing, it amazing. And Sherlock informs me there's cake, too!
Of course there's cake too! Can't have a birthday without cake.
It's not my birthday yet, you big soft sod!
And I've had plenty without cake. But they're always better with cake. :)
Don't worry, I'm pretty sure there'll be some left over for tomorrow!
You say that when the boys have been running around like mad all day...
How trodden on are you? Got some bruises I should kiss better?
They haven't had any up till now, I was vigilant. And it made really quite a lot.
Maybe a few. What about you?
haven't had any up 'til now...so they're running on a cake deficit? Yeah, I wouldn't bank on it still being around tomorrow. Sherlock can actually eat his own bodyweight in cake. I think it's possible he even stores it in his cheeks for later, or something.
A few, yeah. Sal says she might put you in as Scrum Half. She says it's because you know the game well..I think it's cos she knows you boss me about, and probably will take to bossing the rest of them about too. :)
Ha. Like a degu? Well, tomorrow might possibly bring more cake in some form.
Maybe. I wouldn't try to boss Sally around though. I do value my life.
Well obviously you don't get to boss her about! I barely get to do that, and it's part of my job - I have to hold up my warrant card like a talisman, sometimes, to ward her off when she doesn't like what I ask her (nicely) to do. Hah.
I think I've got a slightly fat lip from a tackle, a few stud marks on my leg, and all the usual bruises on my chest/back from being tackled by people who've forgotten how to tackle, and forgotten they're not as young or agile as they once were...
And yes, like a Degu. Shhhhhhhhhh. We're about to become owners to a very fine spider...we don't need Degu too ;)
I claim no part ownership in your spider! It is alllll yours. You can take it to work and use it to frighten suspects.
Yeah, about the same. Various bruises, scrape on my arm. Nothing much. It was fun though, haven't done that for ages.
so, one hour in, we're both slightly battered...from our own team mates. Brilliant!
But yeah, it was fun. And I was sort of glad it rained so much yesterday - rather have mud and soft ground than it all baked hard.
Can I play in the mud next time too?
You play in mud whenever there's mud available anyway!
Maybe we should get a rugby ball, then the four of us can play in the park.
That would be great! Running after Sherlock should provide all the training we'll ever need, too.
The 4 of you playing rugby in the park tomorrow sounds like a perfect birthday to me. In case I get caught up in stuff tomorrow: Happy Birthday Lestrade!
Happy early birthday, Greg. Or should I say happy birthday eve?
I share Bronwyn's concern -- suspicion? -- that this spider might be one that was formerly alive rather than one Sherlock made from scratch.
Heh, with the comment about Sherlock storing cake in his cheeks, I have a vision of him as a chipmunk. Possibly Alvin. I realize I may be dating myself with that remark.
Right, we'll find a cheap rugby ball. One it doesn't matter when the dogs outplay us all and kill it to death.
Can I stay up until it is your birthday? It's only two hours now!
And you and John can't use rugby in the mud as an excuse for cuddling and boring stuff, you've got to do it properly.
Happy almost-birthday, Lestrade. Here's a birthday video that makes me smile for no apparent reason.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztoSUhbNntQ&feature=related
Also, now I feel a little bad for making fun of you last night. Only a little, though. :P
Sorry, Sherlock, but no. We have a lot to do tomorrow and I don't want you tired and cranky for it.
But now it's only one hour and fifty six minutes! And then I can give Lestrade his spider!
Sherlock, mate, I probably won't stay up until midnight, so there's no point in you doing it.
Desert - Thanks! And really, you saying that probably should have reminded me. I hadn't even noticed it was August, let alone thought about my birthday.
And besides, what if he wasn't born at midnight? It might not technically be his birthday until three or four in the morning. Better give it to him in the morning to be safe.
Also, you're going to bed now. Did you brush your teeth? Go on.
When were you born, Lestrade? You have to tell me!
And I have brushed my teeth.
I don't know, Sherlock.
Have you brushed them today, since you last ate or drank anything?
That's not what John asked.
How can you not know? You should call your Mummy and ask her, she must remember. Mummy says she'll never forget me being born.
I'll wait for you to call her.
she'll be asleep, Sherlock, and really wouldn't appreciate a phonecall now.
Do as John says. We'll be up in a minute to tuck you in.
You lot are all completely adorable.
Mummy says she'll never forget me being born.
I bet there's a story attached to that...
Hah, yeah. Well, he wouldn't do it the boring, normal way, would he?
So...do I need an early night, too, Danger? Or are you going to let me stay up late?
Oh, I think we ought to go to bed as soon as possible. Don't you?
Go to bed...and stay up late?
I suppose you ought to enjoy me before I suddenly become a whole year older overnight...
Heh. At some unspecified point in the early hours of the morning.
I honestly don't have a clue when I was born. Could tell Sherlock it's not until 11.59 tomorrow night...
Come on, I'll kiss your rugby injuries better. Plus any cooking injuries you may have received in the manufacture of dinner. (Which was, in case I haven't mentioned it, amazing).
He would explode from the effort of not giving you that spider. (Don't know when I was born either. I asked my mum once when someone wanted to do my horoscope, but she said she'd forgotten, heh. I guess it wasn't traumatic at least.)
Cooking injuries were minimal. I managed not to grab hold of the pan handle unprotected once I got it out of the oven, though it was a near thing.
I think even if my mum remembers any of us being born, she'd never remember which was which, time-wise.
Glad you managed to survive mainly unscathed. It dramatically improves the chances of you cooking that again :)
Come on, even if we do nothing but play rugby in the park tomorrow, I'm still going to need a lot of sleep.
Your wish is my command.
Happy early birthday, Lestrade! I hope that while you and John deserve a good ...bedtime, etc, that you also have a good sleep. I have a feeling that you might be pounced on in the very wee hours by a heretofore thwarted Sherlock on a gift-giving mission. :)
Sounds like you have a lovely day ahead! Pity you can't recruit the dogs of war to join your NSY rugby team....
Mummy says she'll never forget me being born.
I'm with John - there must be an interesting story there.
I am a bit confused, though; isn't your time of birth on your birth certificate over in the UK?
Happy birthday Lestrade! I hope your actual day is as gorgeous as dinner was. You deserve it. :)
you and John can't use rugby in the mud as an excuse for cuddling and boring stuff, you've got to do it properly.
For a minute there, I thought Sherlock was advising you as to doing . . . etc. properly and the whole world was topsy-turvy!
By the time you read this, Lestrade, it will be your birthday. May it be your best one yet.
Argh. That was me, innie, being confused just above.
Happy Birthday, Lestrade.
Hope you have a great day.
As it's officially past midnight here in London, I can say Happy Birthday Lestrade! Hope you have a lovely day tomorrow.
(And, John being the well-informed gentleman that he is, I assume that he's also well aware of the time-honoured tradition of the birthday-ee getting a kiss for each year of their life to date...)
Happy birthday, Lestrade! Hope you have a wonderful day. With Marmite cake.
Speaking of the delicious black stuff, I had a scare during the week. I was very ill for a day with terrible stomach pains, and it was looking like the Marmite-substitute I ate for breakfast was the culprit. I'm happy to report, though, that I had it (Mightymite - gluten free yumminess) for breakfast today, and I feel fine. PHEW!
And regarding times of birth - my ma had 7 kids. I was her third. She remembers the times we were all born. I keep asking her what time I was born, and promptly forgetting after she tells me! (I know it was between 6 and 7am D:) Mind you, my ma had 3 hour labours and no morning sickness (she says it's why she ended up having so many!)
Again, many happy returns, Lestrade!
Happy Birthday! Enjoy it. I hope the spider is awesome and neither dead or living. Maybe Mrs. Hudson taught Sherlock how to knit. It's most certainly the thought that counts. Keeping all this a secret must have been hard for John, Mycroft, and Sherlock. Have a great time!
Happy Birthday Lestrade! Sounds like you had a lovely evening; hope you have an equally lovely day :-)
Happy Birthday!
I'm making a corned beef pie tomorrow using a recipe from the 'Hairy Bikers'. There's no spiders in it, alas, but it looks very hearty and extremely tasty and it made me think of you ;-)
You can decide yourself if that's a good thing :-P
Happy Birthday Greg! I hope you have a lovely day with John and the boys, with plenty of gifts and love.
- A from NW
Happy Birthday!
If there are any holes in Sherlock's present, be careful opening it.
Happy birthday Greg! This year seems like it might be looking up for you <3
Sherlock, you are unique and I love that about you!
John, hope you enjoyed Greg's birthday eve ;D
Mycroft, you're still in my thoughts.
Happy Birthday, Lestrade! I hope you have a great day with your boys, all three of them!
Happy Birthday, Lestrade! Here is a link to a Birthday song from my favorite russian cartoon, Cheburashka. I sing it to myself every birthday.
http://youtu.be/ILRe9dHyby8
Thank you, all of you, you're all very kind.
As predicted, Sherlock leapt on us at some ungodly hour this morning, all excited because we were going to have fun today.
And reminding me it was, in fact, my birthday 'in case you forgot again'. He has such faith...
So I have no idea what I'm in for for the rest of the day...
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