Right, clearly my next poll should be on e-readers! Apparently they're like opera; either you love them or hate them.
Mrs T is glad the frog pond project is finally getting somewhere. If nothing else, she now has a focus for all her little baby genius to concentrate on apart from actual schoolwork, something that will get them outside and likely running around madly as they stick sticks in the ground and wind string around them and create an impassable spiderweb like Sherlock did in our bedroom that time.
It will be the most impressive pond ever, and I can't wait to see everyone's drawings of it. I imagine Sherlock's rendering will have man eating plants and traps for the unwary.
Sherlock and I had lunch with L today, or L had lunch, and Sherlock had an after school snack, and I had...well, cake. This has got to stop, honestly. (L, are we running when you get home?) Sherlock is now in proud possession of a very large measuring tape from Scotland Yard, which he carried home clutched to his chest, talking about the pond the whole time.
He's just asked me if it can have piranas...and carnivorous plants.
Mrs T is glad the frog pond project is finally getting somewhere. If nothing else, she now has a focus for all her little baby genius to concentrate on apart from actual schoolwork, something that will get them outside and likely running around madly as they stick sticks in the ground and wind string around them and create an impassable spiderweb like Sherlock did in our bedroom that time.
It will be the most impressive pond ever, and I can't wait to see everyone's drawings of it. I imagine Sherlock's rendering will have man eating plants and traps for the unwary.
Sherlock and I had lunch with L today, or L had lunch, and Sherlock had an after school snack, and I had...well, cake. This has got to stop, honestly. (L, are we running when you get home?) Sherlock is now in proud possession of a very large measuring tape from Scotland Yard, which he carried home clutched to his chest, talking about the pond the whole time.
He's just asked me if it can have piranas...and carnivorous plants.
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1 – 200 of 203 Newer› Newest»We could run, but having taken on board all of Sherlock's dinner suggestions it might take a little bit of prep. If I leave soon, then we can run. But to be honest, that's looking a little unlilkely.
I am just going to run to the fishmonger though, to get the freshest fish money can buy for his lordship (not pirana, and not so fresh they're still alive)
Sherlock, if you have piranhas and carnivorous plants in your pond, they will eat the tadpoles and you won't have any frogs. Also, as I understand it, piranhas won't live through normally cold winters, and I think all carnivorous plants only survive in special environments, too.
J, don't let my personal grudge stop you from getting an ereader! Leaving my livelihood out of it, they have good and bad points.
Sherlock - I got you some John Dory fish. They have brilliant bone structures in their heads and spines coming out of them.
This fish...
We're going to eat it, it's not to live in the pond, don't worry!
It's giving me a funny look.
I bought two. I can set them up one either side of you if you'd like?
The heads are coming off before we eat them, right?
Yeah, i'll fillet them and give Sherlock the bones to examine. Just going to set Sherlock up pounding some herbs and spices, then mix some tempura batter. You can chop things. And wash the lentils. By the time you've done that, I'll have done the coconut sauce and the batter.
And stop looking like that. It's all simple stuff, it's just getting it all ready to be finished at the same time.
...Right. I'll chop things.
Could you supervise Sherlock's pestle and mortar use? It's rather...enthusiastic. he's meant to be crushing things. Not breaking through to Mrs Hudson's flat.
Sure.
...what exactly is all that he's crushing?
galangal, chilli, coriander stalks, lemongrass, lime leaves, garlic and shrimps.
It's for the lentils. Slightly spicy, full of flavour. Lentils can be a bit boring, otherwise.
Ah, shrimp. That explains it.
Aaaand...sod's law strikes again. Anyone reading this who can cook? John might need some help...because I've just been called out.
Oh God. I'm in trouble.
Good luck with whatever it is Lestrade.
Sorry John, you don't want me to help or you'll all end up with food poisoning. I was about to ask where I could find my own Lestrade who thinks cooking such things is no big deal.
Be fine. Message Meif u get stuck.
You mean if Sherlock tips over the boiling oil and sets the flat on fire?
Kholly, can't help you there. He's one of a kind.
S.find J YouTube vid of filleting a john dory.
I can remove bones, thank you. I am a doctor. It's probably the only part of this I'm qualified to do.
I'm with kholly, since my suggestion would be to put it all in the fridge and get a pizza.
Oh, dear, sorry. I'd love to help but while I'd consider myself competent in the kitchen, it's only because I limit myself to fairly basic stuff with detailed recipes--I have no idea how to cook...whatever it is L was making!
But here's a video of how to fillet a John Dory fish: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vIs6hmL2LKs
Ah, shrimp. That explains it.
? Shrimp are hated? Shrimp deserve a good pounding? Shrimp make murder victim noises when crushed?
Sorry.need even fillets to steam. U nd to no where t cut, not just how. Didnt mean to imply othrwise
Brush oil and pepper n salt then steam
Seconding the fridge suggestion. Fish will keep for a day. And it sounds like it's not marinading in anything yet, so flavors won't get overly strong, and there's no danger of it cooking accidentally.
L, are you texting while on your bike? DON'T DO THAT!!!! (Don't be reading this, either.)
He'd better not be
And "waiting at a light" is still ON YOUR BIKE. Do not do it.
That would explain all the odd typos.
I was only doing it at lights. Am here now.
Fish is easy. Just watch the vid. You can forget the tempura if you want. And the cockles. Just steam the fish, do the lentils and spinach.
Or forget it all, get pizza.
I was only doing it at lights.
How did I know you were going to say that? Also, as though you don't need to be alert at lights. DO NOT DO IT. Please.
I don't make a habit of it
All right. This fish is evil but it's also filleted. Think I will forget the tempura part, thanks. How's the case?
I warned you I fuss, and this is my biggest hot button issue. You know the statistics as well as I do, and very likely better. It's not worth it.
I won't argue.
Case is...bloody. Gangs. So we're all on alert for local reprisals.
Good luck, be careful. We'll save you some evil fish if it's not awful.
L--Sorry. It's just...there aren't enough good guys in the world as it is, so take a little care. And good luck with the case.
The fish will be great. How's it going? Mix the Lentils into the coconut sauce.
Should be nearly done, yeah?
RR - i do try. Been aquainted with enough cars/tarmac in my time.
Yes...ish. If I sent you a picture on your phone could you tell me if that's what it's supposed to look like?
John, you okay? Flat hasnt really burnt down, has it?
Uh...could try. Haven't actually ever cooked it before.
Right, sent. Just tell me if it looks really wrong. I just want to check.
Fish is mostly done if it's not translucent any more. And from what I can see online, it should only need about 5 minutes of steaming. (I've never cooked John Dory fish either, though, so take that for what it's worth.)
Looks okay. Try some. Should have been done after 8-10 mins
It's actually pretty good I think. Glad I didn't try the tempura thing though. Sherlock says to tell you he did the lentils almost all by himself.
Sorry, was busy with the pathologist.
Well done to him. And well done to you, too. Knew you could do it.
No idea what time I'll be back tonight
Is it going all right?
Your fish and lentils are in the fridge, in a tinfoil packet which Sherlock has helpfully made into the shape of a fish, more or less.
Hard to say yet. Still paddling around in gore. Going to interview the survivor when (if) he gets out of surgery. Doubt he'll want to talk though.
Thanks, Sherlock. If you're still awake. Which I suspect you are, even if you shouldn't be.
Well done, John and Sherlock - I think I'd've (one apostrophe or two?) been very tempted by the idea of fridging the ingredients and getting a take out. You made dinner. I'm seriously impressed.
Lestrade - I hope John gives you merry hell for texting - about cooking of all things - whilst riding, you daft sod. And I hope you have a safe and productive rest of the evening, which doesn't keep you away from home for too long.
I felt guilty for leaving him with a half-cooked meal.
You don't need to tell me how silly i am, i'm aware. With hindsight. I find it very hard to believe anyone around me doesn't resent my job, that's all
It's all right, love. We managed just fine, and it tasted good, although Sherlock still wants you to do the tempura part at some point so he can watch. Thanks for your help.
Nameless - I don't know about the apostrophes, you'd have to ask Mycroft. And I was tempted, but I think it would've taken longer to order, and we were hungry.
Yeah, we'll have tempura soon. Promise.
You'll have to stop saying you can't cook though, really.
Don't wait up for me, will you?
I can absolutely keep saying it, just watch me.
I'll try to sleep, promise. Are you not likely to be back tonight then?
Unlikely. One murder, one that'll probably go down as attempted, unless he dies. I don't think you'll see me before dawn.
Sherlock go to bed okay?
A little grumbly, but pretty much okay, yeah. I started reading him one of the Discworld books without much magic and with a murder. He doesn't hate it so far.
Good.
Miss you. Feel like I've barely seen you today
Miss you too. Maybe we can get lunch together again tomorrow if you're going back into work after you get some sleep.
Yeah, that'd be good.
Got to go. Victim's parents to see. After I've found coffee from somewhere.
Good luck.
(Eat something when you get a chance.)
I will try. Thanks.
Say sorry to Shortstuff if I'm not home by morning. And I'll try not to make too much noise if I do get in.
Will do. And I'll try not to let him jump on you too much if you do get home before he has to go to school.
I'm so sorry, you're back at work, Greg, that sucks! My friends always said the game is your porn name not stripper name. And mine works better as a porn name. My parents can't agree if I was born when we were living on Copshall Close or Sandalwood Close, they don't remember even when they look at my birth certificate so I just go with Close. And my first pet was Jennifer the dog. Jennifer Close is definitely a porn name; Jennifer Sandalwood is also a porn name. Good luck catching your murderer and getting to bed and getting to bed at some point!
That whole post had weird punctuation. I need to bed I don't care that it's 7:45.
to go to bed**
Dear Lord.
Apparently you do, azure. :)
Lurker, finally getting up nerve to post. I hope there will be picture of this pond, and the drawings for the plans for the pond, soon.
Greg, sorry that you got called into work, I hope that you can take the time tomorrow to have that lunch with Danger & Sherlock. Remember they need you as much as you need them.
John, congrats on surviving making dinner!
xanfan - welcome. :) We'll do our best with the photos, and I'm sure Sherlock will be happy to provide drawings, though I'm less sure about how true to life they'll be.
Hi, John--I'm having some chamomile tea, join me?
(Or will that just wake you up more? If so, then don't.)
John, I hope to get home at... I don't know, next few hours? I'm running on empty now, soon to be no use to anyone.
I hope you get some sleep, Greg!
I have had a few hours. Then got woken up by a phonecall. Now Danger is trying to entice me back into bed again...insatiable, he is. ;)
Sensible, that's what he is!
Whichever way you take it. :D
Ha, he is. And wonderful and caring. And I love him for it, even if I do tease him.
I even got back in bed with you without my pyjamas this time, and what did you do? Snoring on my shoulder inside of thirty seconds...
It was a wonderful 30 seconds though.
And working up to my hope of getting you pyjama-less for a percentage of time on our holiday.
You want a ride to the school?
It does seem more doable without Sherlock poised to launch himself into bed with us at 5am.
That'd be nice, yeah. Thanks.
Yeah. My current aim is to get you out of the full button-down Jim jams and into the shorts and t shirt kind.
Hm. Well, it's good to have goals, they say...
Ha. Whatever you're comfy in, really. It doesn't matter to me. Just makes it all the nicer to get you sans-pyjams sometimes.
It is nice, sometimes. Though of course, the pyjamas are more absorbant when you drool...
But you come with a wipe-clean surface...
It's lucky Mrs T knows what Sherlock means when he announces to everyone that I've been out all night 'doing murders'. Some of the other parents looked a little worried though. Still, don't suppose I look my best...
You looks gorgeous, as always, if in need of at least eight hours of sleep. And it was a rather dramatic arrival.
Sleep and a shave, definitely.
His arrival, ours, or both? That was a cross between a jumping spider and a flying squirrel from him.
Both really, although I meant ours. Hardly anyone shows up to the school accessorised with a motocycle and a hot DI in leather.
Hah. Probably not in fashion this season. It is quite warm though, you're right...
It did look like half the mind thought we were going to sling him on the back and ride off. Think they had their mobiles out to call Childline.
And on that note, I must get back to the yard. Hope I won't be too long. Famous last words.
Do you expect to be home for dinner, or no idea yet?
Sorry, um...not sure. I should be home tonight, but maybe late, so plan to eat without me, I suppose. I'll have a better idea after the briefing.
All right. Good luck.
Thanks. Seems we've had a bit of a cctv breakthrough since I left. Things could be looking promising.
Yay for breakthroughs. Good luck with it.
Cheers.
Going to do a little recce on my bike - far less obvious than a couple of rozzers in an unmarked car. See if an address we're interested in is showing any signs if life. If it is, we shall go knocking with an enforcer.
Good luck!
Good luck (be careful)!
Will do. Not exactly wild about sitting here on my own, but someone has to!
I'm not wild about it either, for the record. Are you wearing your stab vest? No, I suppose it wouldn't fit that well under the jacket, but at least you've got the jacket.
Yeah. Don't worry, will be in as much body armour as I can lay my hands on if we go in. This is not a nice gang.
And yeah, no one with any respect for style would hurt my jacket.
Well done on the dinner front, John! I would definitely have gone for takeout in your shoes. Or had cereal and called it a night--though I'm not responsible for the care and feeding of a boy genius.
ReReader -- ebook design (or not) must still be on a publisher by publisher basis? I know the ebooks we do are based on the files we create to print the bound version, so they still require the same amount of formatting and design. Of course, I've seen quite a few texts that in ebook form are just paragraphs and paragraphs of text. :) Best of luck -- it's a changing industry, to be sure.
L, sorry you were called out on such a gruesome case right before dinner. Hope you and your awesome team get through it quickly. If ever you get a chance, I think you would enjoy the Discworld novels with Vimes --- he's the character who, quite a few posts back, I compared to you, to a chorus of agreement. Good, no-nonsense copper character. Have you ever thought of audiobooks? I got into them during my MA -- last thing I wanted to do when reading book upon book for scholarly purposes was unwind by reading, so I'd listen to them while walking.
Signing off with my porn/stripper name:
Chaton Burndale
(found out my sisters name would be even better -- Chaton Firefly).
And after I post I see there's been a potential breakthrough on the case! Seconding everyone else with the good lucks and BE CAREFULS.
(iPad wants to correct that to good licks. I'll refrain from comment).
Thanks X. This is mainly.boring at the moment.
John did fantastically last night. Ate my.bit for lunch, at it tasted great.
Not sure when Is listen to audiobooks either. Before I got the bike maybe, but.now? Don't know. Blame Danger for filling my life with fun! I used to have time on.my hands.
X, the problem is that for normal trade titles (as opposed to heavily illustrated books), eReaders and the end user control the vast majority of the design elements--font(s), line spacing, margins, para indents, list indents and spacing, etc., etc. Yes, there are ways to take some of the control back, but that requires a completely new design for the new media, and most publishers don't want to spend the extra money on something they are selling at a discount price, so they just pull the print files and transfer them the fastest, easiest way possible.
Lestrade, I'm hoping it all goes down quickly and in a completely anti-climactic way.
And Lestrade? First-hand fun trumps book fun any day. (And I say that as a confirmed bookworm. My screen name is quite accurate!)
Stay safe...
John, we're going in, so I won't be around for next half hour or so at least - don't worry about the silence.
Doing my best.
J - it's okay we're all sitting with you, not worrying about the silence as well.
I feel like we're all getting rather good at it.
My t'ai chi teacher recommends meditation.
...
Okay, trying housework now.
hey, sorry, I'm ok
Good! (Is that "really honestly OK", or "OK apart from the bumps and bruises I'm not mentioning"?)
Oh good. Was it a useful outing?
Yeah, picked up a few likely suspects. None of them talking, but we're hopeful.
Nameless - a few bumps and bruises, maybe. Brown trousers for sure.
Re-Reader: I certainly agree that the majority of titles are as pared down as possible to be able to keep costs down. Just offering the fact that not all publishers have gone that way. :). Though, of course, we aren't a trade publisher primarily, but an academic one, so my basis of comparison is not precise. Scholars are picky about how their books look!
L: I listen to mine in the car, but maybe that wouldn't be the best idea on a bike -- I imagine you'd have to crank the volume pretty high, which could be dangerous. Of ourselves if they're going to keep you jet setting around the world as an international man of policing, maybe it would be something less tiring n the eyes for the plane ride? I'd start with the Cabin Pressure eps, though, since they're shorter and John already has them --- audiobooks are a bit pricey to buy on the off chance you'll enjoy the format!
Glad to hear you're ok, whether or not that's a Lestrade definition or one the rest of the world would find acceptable.
Of ourselves? I need to get the hang of autocorrect. Of course is what I meant to write.
one the rest of the world would find acceptable.
I haven't quite worked out where the line is drawn there.
I am okay. Just about recovered from the adrenalin rush.
Can confirm that facing down a very angry man with a machete makes your stab vest and ASP feel like a string vest and toothpick.
A machete??
i think he slept with it. certainly kept it to hand.
I'll be home in a bit. my hair might be a bit greyer.
Er...Interesting sort of teddy bear.
Comforting, I suppose. People who sleep with stuffed Spiders probably shouldn't judge.
think he just took exception to the thought of being burgled and someone stealing his livelihood.
leaving now, Danger.
Right, see you soon. I'll heat you up something. Not gummy pasta.
I had a subordinate downrange who slept with a KA-BAR under his pillow that he treated just like a teddy bear. He was from the rough streets of Newark, New Jersey (had been shot, stabbed, hit in the head with a cinder block, lived on the streets, etc.), so I suppose it was something familiar far from home. Eventually had to send him home for threatening to kill another guy, and he got a Big Chicken Dinner for assaulting an officer. Terribly tragic, and a little scary...
i can see the attraction, DW. Just rather it wasn't the bed-mate of someone I'm trying to arrest.
Did it go all right...apart from the machete attack?
yeah. got three of them. and the flat was full of drugs, hidden just about everywhere you can imagine and lots of places you wouldn't want to.
there's a fourth, somewhere. Hopefully we'll get him, too.
Sent a lot of evidence off to forensics and hope something sticks. they'll all go down for something. i just want it to be murder, not anythng less
Excellent. And you're not hurt worse anywhere I can't see? Or at least can't see yet.
not that I know of. I don't think. feel okay. Well. Don't feel any worse than I did anyway
Good. Could've been a lot worse then.
you're telling me.
There was a moment when I thought it'd be my head on a plate in the fridge for Sherlock to examine, not that fish's. (which we do need to dispose of sometime when he's asleep.)
I think he's almost done with it. He took about a million pictures with my phone. As I discovered when I went to look for one of him to send my mum and found 12,000 fish bones instead.
they are interesting fish.
Might make up for his utter disppointment that there was no contact between me and the machete, and therefore no sutures for him to watch/try.
bruises and grazes are so boring...
Ha. I've told him he's not allowed to practise on you anyway. Taking them out is one thing, putting them in is another.
i feel like my instinctive response to that will have me sectioned or something.
or at least, you'll give me that look of yours.
so I'll just shut up and put it down to caffeine and adrenalin and sleep deprivation
Better tell me. I might give you a look (what look??) but I'm the one teaching him how to do it so I probably have no room to talk.
The Look. Sherlock will know which one I mean.
I was just going to say that I wouldn't mind, if he tried. Next time. I mean, if there is a next time, and you supervised, I wouldn't mind him trying to do a stitch.
Makes me sound like some sort of masochist or something though.
I think I should go to bed...
You should go to bed, yes. I'll consider it. I'd rather he started on me, but I'm sure he'd point out that you're more likely to need stitches than I am. And I'm not giving you any sort of look!
You were. Grade Two Look. I'll probably get a Grade One for writing that.
I'd point out I'd rather you were teaching him when you weren't the one needing the stitches, because...well, I prefer tutors to be in one piece when they're teaching.
Whatever he does, can't be worse than when Danny staplegunned me in the chest. and I forgave him. Sort of.
My looks have grades? I've already taught him on cloth and banana peels and so on. Same principle.
Accidentally I hope? Although how exactly do you staplegun someone in the chest accidentally?
They do have grades, yes. Ask anyone.
And no, we were fighting. The way only brothers can.
I bet that hurt.
By anyone I assume you mean Sherlock. I can't think of anyone else I might've been giving these 'looks' to.
It hurt a surprising amount, yes.
I think it was actually Mycroft and Anthea who graded them. But Sherlock is qualified to rate them, as am I.
*grin* Why am I picturing a school room with Anthea and Mycroft as the teachers?
"See here, class? This is a Grade One Look. Note the increase in the depth of the brow-furrow and the appearance of a SECOND line between the eyebrows as compared to the Grade Two Look. A John in this state is trifled with only at your peril."
Is there a certificate at completion?
:D
P.S. Lestrade, have you been picking the word verifiers? Mine was just "spern" and I nearly choked on my water.
You've been eavesdropping on the class, I think, DW. It is exactly like that. With variations of arm crossing, foot tapping and hands-on-hips to add additional clues to grading.
I assure you I would never make you choke with my spern. Not guilty.
Damn you. I might as well just stop drinking altogether. ;)
Ha. I saw that one coming (not literally).
I do not tap my foot!
Only on a grade one triple a super look.
I'm going to bed and hoping you don't kill me in the night by turning me into a pillar of salt or something.
I'm coming with you. And for the record, I'm not tapping my foot.
I'm so glad you didn't get stabbed with the machete, Greg. (That's a weird sentence to type.) John, don't give him too many looks, he's bruised!
X, I love audiobooks. Some of my job is rather mechanical. It needs a human hand but not a human mind. And I listen to fanfic podbooks, it's fantastic. And, yes, John, I totally was looking for porn when I found this. But aren't you glad that so many awesome people ended up here even if we found it while looking for filth?
I hope Sherlock will forgive me if I point out that it would really be better if both of you would avoid the need for stitches?
(In fact, I'm sure Sherlock would rather neither of you get hurt. Of course, if you DID, well, then... :))
My work for this week is doing quality assurance watching videos of eye surgeries to be sure they play properly. I am of the firm belief that you shouldn't put sharp objects in other people's eyes. And if you are going to you shouldn't make me watch it 189 times. But I can't help thinking Sherlock would probably love this.
*wincing and covering eyes* (Which makes it difficult to type.)
Every time I feel like I should get hazard pay I remind myself that no one came at me with a machete so I should suck it up. But it is pretty much the grossest job I've ever had.
Kholly, that's disgusting. I am so sorry.
Azure - some of his looks could bruise.
Hush, you.
Be nice to me.
I'm always nice to you. Do you want to get lunch?
Like to see you. Not really hungry. Chest feels like I've been smoking 40 a day for the past week.
I'll come over. Are you getting sick, or was there something you could've inhaled at that place yesterday?
I refuse to be sick.
Actually, I refuse to be sick this time next week. If I have to be sick, I'll be sick now and get over it by then.
Apart from a lot of smoke from skunk and someone using their pepper spray I can't think of anything yesterday. Probably just some member of the public sharing their germs.
Ah yes, the public, those germy bastards. If you've got a fever and/or look like you're going keel over, you're coming home with me.
Also, thanks for telling me instead of making Sally do it. I'm not being sarcastic, I really do appreciate it.
Don't think I have a fever.
Just feel like I'm breathing in broken glass. Was thinking about knocking off early. I seriously refuse to be ill for our time away. I have plans which do not involve hacking up a lung.
Well. Good. Excellent. We'll get you home and tucked up before I go to fetch Sherlock then.
...You're voluntarily leaving work without falling over? Are you sure you're not high on something noxious from yesterday?
I didn't mean this early... I was thinking 5 or so.
Ah, all right. I'm strangely relieved.
Ha.
You nearly here? You won't be relieved to put up with me coughing at you.
Usually the only time you'll come home is when you really ought to be in hospital! I was concerned.
Yeah, just downstairs. Two minutes.
Nonsense. No point wasting nhs money on me.
And I'm miming down, no need for you to see the gallery of horror we've got...oh, you're here. Hello.
Coming. Not miming anywhere.
Pity. I'd like to see you miming down, sounds amusing.
If that cough turns to larygitis, he might be miming yet.
Is it anything to worry about?
If he gets sicker and his voice goes I'd love to see him miming an interrogation like the one he did this morning. He'd need to be inventive.
I shall try and send him back to you at a decent hour, John. Stop him moping around here looking like a kicked puppy.
Not if he takes care of himself. Which he will.
(There was supposed to be an "n" in "laryngitis". Darned virtual keyboard!)
Sally - thanks. He just needs rest, he's not that badly off. If you can get him out of there by 5 like he said, that'd be great.
Don't need to take care of myself. You can take care of me. You do a far better job of it.
Don't think it's laryngitis. It's my chest, not throat.
Yeah, that's what I meant really. Bring home anything you think you'll desperately need tomorrow, all right? Just in case.
It's not laryngitis; I can tell by the lack of miming.
What, you don't get to choose? Because laryngitis is a lot more entertaining that a chest cold. And is a lot less uncomfortable.
Which is my way of saying feel better soon--refu'ah sh'laymah (Hebrew for a complete recovery).
(THAN a chest cold. *sigh*)
Can tell I'm not really ill by you lot taking the piss, not packing me off home in.a straight jacket like you normally try.
Danger - entire office and half the team won't fit in the flat.
You're ill, you're just not at death's door for once. I think everyone's just relieved, I know I am.
Fair point. You can just bring Sally and whathisname who was bending over trying to fix the copier when we went by.
I've been nowhere near death's door since I met you! Not even in death's neighbourhood! Well, maybe in the same borough, after the crash, but no other times.
And why do you want whatsisname? You shouldn't be looking at any blokes bending over.
All right, not death's actual door, but still. Whatever bacteria you picked up wading in sewage that time was more serious than you think it was.
Just wanted to see if you were paying attention.
I didn't even go to hospital! Which I admit was entirely down.to you and your care, but still.
Paying attention to what??
I think I'm on the way home. Sal just jammed my helmet on my head and is standing over me giving around about a grade 2a, on the Watson Look Scale.
You didn't go to hospital because I came and dragged you home in a taxi before you passed out!
Shouldn't it be her scale? I'm sure she was giving you looks long before I came along. You could call it the Marmalade Scale.
Yes, but if I'd been really bad you'd still have shipped me off to some other overworked doctor. Instead of going me tlc in the flat.
And I'm forever grateful you didn't, by the way.
She should have her own scale, yes. But on your scale, that was a 2a
How high does her scale go?
At me? Not as high as yours.
At suspects...a lot higher. But then I think you'd pull out a few extra levels at other people, too
Possibly. If I were going to admit I had looks or that they came in grades, which I'm not.
What do you want for dinner? Mrs Hudson is threatening beef tea.
There is always a different scale for looks for bosses than for suspects or lovers. Thinking about it probably each of those three get their own scale. Though I can't say for sure as my life doesn't usually involve suspects.
You have the very best in looks, darling.
Ask Mycroft and Anthea to grade Sal. They graded yours, not me.
How exactly is beef tea going to help me? Not that I mind it. And I don't know, whatever you want, I'm really not feeling very hungry.
Have Sally and Anthea actually met, officially?
You'd have to ask Mrs Hudson that. She says you look peaky.
Don't think so.
Where does 'peaky' lie on the illness scale?
My chest just hurts a bit, that's all. I can cook for us.
Somewhere between 'a funny colour' and 'unwell' I think.
You sit down and rest. You keep telling me I can cook. I'll figure something out.
Touche, Danger.
Want to do some vague planning regarding our trip?
I was thinking of avoiding the motorway, taking the back roads, if you don't mind being on the back a bit longer.
I sense your occasional tension regarding some mway riding...
Only when you swerve between cars like that. Back roads sound nicer anyway though.
Yeah, well people who don't know the rules of the road annoy me. I wouldn't ever do anything dangerous, promise.
We'll find a nice pub somewhere for lunch.
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