Yes, I went to work, and I must not actually look like 'the undead' (thanks, L) because Sarah didn't send me home. Now I'm almost to Harrow to pick up Mycroft (and Anthea, dogs, half the world's supply of books) for the Christmas holidays.
We'll drop his things at home, go and fetch Sherlock, and then I might sit down. Forever.
We'll drop his things at home, go and fetch Sherlock, and then I might sit down. Forever.
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We nag because we love. :)
Maybe let Anthe drive? It will give you more chance to talk with Mycroft, anyway.
(There must be SOME way to coddle you!)
You are undead! In that you aren't...dead.
I definitely think sitting down forever is a very good plan.
Call me if you need anything, I'm just trawling the mean streets (or not so mean - this is quite a nice area) for people who can help us. I've been offered two mince pies already today. Although being on the trail of a poisoner means I've declined them both...
Maybe you should employ a particularly annoying underling as a taster. Or just take samples of anything you're offered.
(Not EAT the sample--take them to be tested, I meant! *need more sleep. Or to reread before hitting "post"*
Yeah, why don't you have a quick rest, John, even just sit on the couch with tea and a comfy blanket and talk with Mycroft (provided you can get a word in edgewise with Sherlock there, bless him) and maybe L. can pick up some of that clear, really spicy Thai soup that I never remember the name of for tonight. I'm considering getting some myself for my sinuses. Anyway, that way you both can rest and enjoy Mycroft's company without being distracted by cooking and cleanup.
Sigh. I hate the non edit option. "And other things suitable for those not into the spice - I'm looking at you, Lestrade - would like." was supposed to be in there, but the C&P function hates me and, well, fail. sorry.
Captcha says "intent." Yeah, intent all right.
The only vote that probably really counts on the poll is Mrs T's but I can't help but think he'd be like an angel playing the violin and that would be kind of perfect.
Welcome home Mycroft. Happy holidays with your nice long time at home. If you're up to it sometime I'm sure we'd all love a recap of what it was like.
I don't think it's the same soup Mazarin's thinking of, but L - if you wanted to bring me some tom kha gai when you come home I wouldn't object...
We're on the way back now, and RR, you'll be happy to know that Anthea insisted on driving.
Yes, I am, thank you, John! (I freely admit to being slightly bonkers on the subject of driving. Also coddling. :))
Welcome home (very shortly), Mycroft! I'm sure the break is entirely appreciated right about now.
I had tom kha gai when I was last at my fav Thai place - man, sweet stuff. I liked the taste of it, with the coconut and lime, but couldn't do a whole meal of it, I don't believe. Or maybe the place I had it at didn't make it spicy enough to balance out the sweetness.
And I'm with KHolly. If Mrs. T doesn't object, I'd let him wear the wings.
(Captcha now says "bible." See, Sherlock angel would be fine.)
It's terrible if it's not spicy enough. The place I like asks you how spicy you want your dish on a scale of 1 to 10. I usually tell them 11.
I'm sort of worried about him knocking them into other children. I'll have to ask Mrs T how closely they'll be standing together. He has enough trouble with his elbows without needing to worry about wings.
Somehow I don't think his wings bumping into others will worry him much. (All the more reason to have a convo with Mrs. T about the question. :))
We'll have to see what the theme is. If there's angels in the offing I could help him.make some predominantly white wings...
Glad you're 'fine' Danger. And I'll bring that soup home.
I'm not sure if I'm questioning these old ladies around here or if they're questioning me. I feel I'm being pumped for gossip.
I've also been called a 'handsome young lad'...all relative, I suppose. She was 87.
You are a handsome young lad!
I concur, kiddo.
And you probably feel like you're being pumped for gossip because you're being pumped for gossip. They do have a few decades of practice on you, after all!
I might employ some of them. Confessions over tea and cake. Caring policing at its best.
John, I can't remember if you like Nutella or not, but I think you might enjoy this, and I'm pretty sure Sherlock will as well! My friend gave it to me, and I can assure you, it tastes amazing!!
http://audrinasvanity.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-life-nutella-is-love.html
To quote ex-Commissioner Sir Hwnry Clithering, "remember that an elderly in married woman who knits and gardens is streets ahead of ant detective sergeant. She can tell you what might have happened and what ought to have happened and even what actually did happen!" (From A Murder Is Announced. Yes, I knew it almost by heart, but I looked it up anyway. :) )
HEnry Clithering. *sigh*
...also, anY, not ant. *bangs head against iPod*
UNmarried, not "in married".
I give up. From now on, I'll let the typos fall as they may.
(Okay, I probably won't, but I'll TRY.)
Greg: I think Sherlock might go over the moon under his own power if you made him a new set of wings. Make sure to use lots of silver glitter on the white so that they're as sparkling as he likes them!
John: A nap is a great idea :D I love naps!
Clearly, John is recalcitrant, so the only solution is for us all to lie down as well. Then, maybe he'll fall asleep. Like when you're watching little kids.
Naps for everyone! (Lestrade, make sure you close the blinds on your windows before Sally catches you.)
I disagree. If he's going to nap he should come home and do it with me.
John, you make an excellent point. :)
You're right, Doc. Apologies.
You heard the man, Lestrade. Get thee hence!
Sorry, still being chatted up by elderly ladies. Back as soon as I can, promise!
Well. I wouldn't call myself elderly, but if you came to my door I would definitely chat you up. *bats eyes flirtatiously* Just for the fun of it.
I'm really not sure it would be fun. Unless you enjoyed me being awkward and panic stricken :)
I really will try to be home asap.
Glad to be home, Mycroft? How many times has Sherlock asked if he can put the decorations up?
Why don't you and the Doc make your way over and we'll find out...
I plead the Fifth on the fun. ;) (Considering you'd know it was just playing.... :D)
(It wouldn't be fun if you were really panic stricken!)
But no.worries about awkward, RR? ;)
RR - I'm sure id cope. I've played many parts in this job. Can manage another.
On way to pick up soup, Danger.
Games are only fun if everyone enjoys it.
(Besides, I feel mostly big-sisterly toward you lot, if I'm going to be honest. So I can SAY I'd flirt with you, but it probably wouldn't occur to me in real life. It is safe to come to New York. :D)
I don't know if you saw this video link yesterday:
Straight No Chaser singing The Christmas Can-Can,
but I think you all enjoy watching/listening to it. :)
This one is even funnier: The Twelve Days of Christmas, by the same a cappella group.
I promise they won't hurt your ears, Sherlock!
John fell asleep in his chair.
Has Lestrade made it home yet, Sherlock? What are you and Mycroft up to?
Oh, dear. Is Lestrade home yet?
It sounds like he really is ill no matter what he says. I know you'll be very quiet for a bit and let John rest. Maybe you and Mycroft can go into another room and watch those videos together.
No but he will be soon. He called to ask about the soup. We're playing with the dogs.
Playing with the dogs is good.
Maybe in a different room from where John fell asleep? Because I think they probably get quite excited when being played with.
Try not to wake John up guys, he obviously needs the sleep. Maybe you and Mycroft could work on a combined 'get well soon' card for him?
(Isn't it fun having a bunch of internet people all telling you the same thing? :))
I am home - have been a while, just busy. John isn't exactly ill...fighting it, I think. My moneys on him :) he just needs to take it easy!
We'll all keep our fingers crossed/pray/send good vibes for him--and thanks for letting us know, Lestrade.
I'm sure everyone could all use a quiet, relaxing evening. It's been a stressful week (plus) for all of you.
(Since it's getting late AND some segues are irresistable:) Shabbat shalom!
Thanks RR. I know he'll get frustrated being ill when Mycroft's back! Hopefully he can fight it off with his doctor-power!
Shabbat shalom to you too (what does that mean again? Sorry if you've told me before. Is it 'have a good one' or...'a peaceful one'...or?)
Shalom, RR.
I'm sure the Doc will overcome the germs. Shame he's fighting it while Mycroft's home.
Shalom is the Hebrew word for peace. Shabbat shalom means " have a peaceful Sabbath" or "have a peaceful Saturday." (Bearing in mind the Jewish Sabbath starts Friday evening, it's perfectly appropriate now!)
I really don't remember if I said before, but you certainly don't need to apologize either way! (If I didn't, I should apologize but I won't. :) )
Thanks! I think mine won't be peaceful ..but in the best ways. It's great when the boys forget to bicker in a brotherly way and just enjoy being together again!
That idea certainly makes me smile!
Just as good. My parents just invited themselves over for dinner tonight. Any suggestions for what to make? I think I have Orange juice, butter, and a green pepper in my house and not much else.
Welcome home, Mycroft :-)
I know John thinks I work miracles... but that might be hard.
What do they (and you) like? And do you live close to shops! And how far away is 'tonight'?
Desert Wanderer you should order pizza. Everyone likes pizza.
DW - ask them to pick up a takeaway on their way over? Or tell them it's a pot luck dinner (is that right? Where people bring stuff to eat?)
DW: I'm so sorry. *patpats* Um, steak salad? Or, go with Sherlock's suggestion and order out? Could be a chance to find out if your place delivers :D
Mycroft: Welcome home <3 We've missed you!
RR: Shalom my friend!
We eat most everything. I might be able to run to the shops, but I'm not off work for an hour (1700). Tonight is 1830 or so.
Pizza is good for parties and kids, Sherlock, but not for feeding parents on their first visit to your new house. Also, you can call me DW. I won't call you anything but Sherlock.
Take out is a good idea. Maybe I'll just insist we go out to dinner. Still have to clean!
What are y'all's plans for this weekend?
You could try this:
http://beautifulsoop.wordpress.com/2006/07/17/oven-steamed-salmon-with-various-sauces/
It's pretty easy and fast (and hard to mess up, if there was a way I would've found it), and you could do potatoes and maybe asparagus while it's in the oven.
DW - on a possibly more helpful note, if you've got time to pop to the shops, how about pasta with pesto? Blitz basil, parmesan, pine nuts, olive oil and a bit of garlic; serve of pasta (I prefer spaghetti, but pretty much any pasta would do). Fridge to plate in minutes. Garlic & butter on some crusty bread to go with it. Quick, easy, delicious.
Or, ready-made puff pastry, layer mozzarella, tomato (ham or similar if your meat eaters) in the centre, pop in the oven for about ten minutes. Serve with salad.
Sherlock says pizza is good for every occasion...
But pasta would be really easy. Or some nice pan cooked fish?
Ah brilliant, guys. Thanks bunches!
Good luck. Hope the parents enjoy! (my mum hates 'foreign muck', and therefore 90% of my cooking.)
My mother just likes the fact she isn't cooking.
When she comes to visit me her holiday consists of lying about in my living room either working her way through my library or using my internet connection, with meals appearing at intervals.
I can see the attraction...
DW - If you decide to eat out, you can always point to the whole "they lost my life belongings for X months and I'm still putting it back together" explanation. Good luck though, and I hope you have a lovely time with your parents.
John - I hope you feel better soon, even though you're not really 'ill.' Erm, are you still sleeping in that chair? (Is that good for his neck and shoulder?)
Mycroft - Welcome home! *hugs*
Greg - Question about Sherlock's wings: would they interfere with his ability to play the violin? (And how could anyone turn down your cooking?!)
*hugs to all*
~A from NW
No, I'm on the sofa now. It's more comfortable.
Ha - last time my mum invited herself for a visit, we suggested we watch a film after dinner, and she told us, "I never get time to sit around watching films all evening, not like some people i could mention". And she told me that she'd not spent so much time just sitting around for years (and not in a "oh, that was a lovely break" way). Bless.
DW - hope it's going well :-)
John - lounging on the sofa with all your favourites boys around sounds wonderful. Hopefully a nice relaxed evening will perk you up :-) Are you getting hugs?
Lestrade - Like Anon, I can't imagine anyone not liking your cooking.
Morning, guys. Hope everyone's feeling fine and you're having fun!
DW - how did the meal with your folks go?
L&J - hope you manage to take it easy this weekend, sounds like you need it.
About like I expected. Gonna be.a long weekend.
They're with you all weekend?
Good luck to you then...
(Sherlock says you should make a stink bomb. It's good for 'getting rid of people when they're boring')
(Not that we're assuming your folks are boring. Sherlock assumes everyone is boring though.)
I appreciate the thought, Sherlock, but it'd be more trouble than it'd be worth. And is generally considered rude.
Thanks, Lestrade. "Boring" is not the word I'd use, no.
Coming to your house and being boring or doing things that you don't like is rude too. I think stink bombs are great. You could just make it and hide until they go. That's what I used to do.
Lestrade said I'm not even allowed to think about them though, which is stupid because I am right now.
John's just shaking his head.
I want to go and buy a Christmas tree. A BIG one.
It is rude. But rudeness is almost never made better by responding with rudeness. Sometimes you have to put up with things you don't like for a "greater good." In this case, the trouble and whining and nagging I'd get for being rude would be worse than just bearing their rudeness now.
I think he means "Don't even think about actually using one" not that you're not allowed to think about stink bombs in general. But you'd have to check with him since my psychic powers have trouble reaching to England sometimes.
Big Christmas trees are the best. Do you have a favorite type? Up in Suffolk, there's a place where they'll bring you your Christmas tree on a sled pulled by dogs. I never went there, but the people who did seemed to like it. It's a bit far for y'all, though. And I think John and Lestrade have...fond memories of the one near Scotland Yard.
That is indeed what I meant, DW. We don't need to have to evacuate the flat over Christmas because Sherlock's made it smell like the Stinky House.
He should write a book. 'Social Etiquette by S. Holmes', it would be an...interesting...read.
She could set it off secretly and then her parents wouldn't know and they'd just leave because it smelled bad but not know it was her fault.
Let's just drop the entire idea of anyone setting off stink bombs anywhere, eh, Sherlock?
Even in Parliament? You said they were all stinkers anyway.
they are. But that would give them an excuse to do even less work than they do already - if such a thing were possible. They'd probably give themselves a month off to get over it.
Sherlock: I got a very big fluffy tree for Christmas and it's pretty amazing! It takes up more room than we were expecting, but that's okay because of how much we love it. What sort of Christmas tree will you be looking for?
Greg & John: Will you be going to a yard to get the tree or will you be cutting your own down?
Greg: Heard anything back on how many people you're feeding for Christmas? We tend to feed a lot of people too which is why I ask. We provide the turkey (or goose, depending!) and the other main dishes and everyone who comes and joins us brings a side. It works out well for us :D
John: Feeling any better? Sleep, lots of sleep. It does a body good. Also, any more thoughts on getting your own bike?
We'll just buy a tree, Tink. I wouldn't have a clue where to go to cut one down!
I'm not sure about Mrs H yet. And I don't mind cooking everything - no one needs to bring anything but cheer :) (and possibly something to sit on...hah. Our flat really isn't very big!)
I figured you wouldn't mind cooking, and you'll have three (two and half?) great assistants to help you out! Are you going to go mad like us and bake every kind of cookie you can get a recipe for? That's the best part for me I think. The smell of baking cookies.
Cookies isn't a 'thing' we do here, but I'm certain Sherlock will want to cook various things over the holidays.
I hear there's a tree in Trafalgar Square that comes pre-decorated you can use....
DW - well, you've occupied Sherlock for a few minutes, working out how we could a. steal it and b. fit it in the flat.
(Mycroft's answer was much simpler. "I'd just ask Mummy.")
Do what I can. I'm interested that Mrs. H. can apparently defy the laws of physics. She gets cooler all the time.
Maybe he should work out how to make a miniaturised (at least in style) version of said tree?
No, no--you don't want a pre decorated tree, no matter how grand! You want one you can cover with you glittery paper chains and popcorn strings and baked polyurethaned ornaments!!!
(Hi, guys--did you have a lovely, peaceful day?)
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