Not ours. Much more impressive than ours, and brighter, no matter what L tries to tell you. Some sort of amazing installation at Harrods Selfridges:
It's barely possible they intended it to be a star, given that spiders aren't generally considered festive this time of year. Sherlock would like you to know that 'they probably almost definitely had LOTS of spiders in that stable.' I'm sure he's right.
I think L has pictures to show you of a few choice ornaments we bought, too. We had a lovely time, despite the crowds. Maybe partially because of the crowds. Wouldn't be Christmas without them, right?
And for next year...maybe this place.
And 'the biggest spiderweb ever' if you ask Sherlock:
It's barely possible they intended it to be a star, given that spiders aren't generally considered festive this time of year. Sherlock would like you to know that 'they probably almost definitely had LOTS of spiders in that stable.' I'm sure he's right.
I think L has pictures to show you of a few choice ornaments we bought, too. We had a lovely time, despite the crowds. Maybe partially because of the crowds. Wouldn't be Christmas without them, right?
And for next year...maybe this place.
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I think those top lights were in Selfridges. Not that it makes a difference - all high class shopping hell :)
(they spin, very fast, in case you can't work that out from the picture. Sherlock was desperate to see what would would happen if you chucked a muffin at them. "I bet it would get chopped up - or shoot out really fast for miles!")
I am definitely up for going to a farm next year, not the mean streets of London. (although I'm sure both will happen).
Yeah, think you're right. It all sort of blurred together after a while.
And they let you cut it down yourself!
Didn't it just?
You weren't kidding when you said we'd need to take Sherlock there in June though. A forest of trees? It took him hours just to find the right one on one small lot.
I'm out and about at the moment, all the festive cheer if tracking down gang members. You think you'll manage lunch later?
Sure, how much later?
WYSV.
Err...hour or so?
IUMD. S. IBC. P.
It's perfectly sensible to pick out one's tree in the summer. My family always went out in August to select the tree, then came back in December to cut it down. The place would tie a marker with your name on the tree in the interim. That way you browse when it's nice out AND get first choice of the best trees before everyone picks over them during the holidays. :D
And you get to look at them when it's nice out and not cold and drizzling.
L - ...is that a whole sentence? At least give me a hint.
Stables is where you find web spun by sensible spiders, no question--it's where the flies are.
(I have no idea what those abbreviations or initials or code words mean. Is it text speak that I should know, or an attempt to pass notes in class? :))
RR - I think John was saying 'wear your stab vest'
And I was grovelling. 'it's under my desk. Sorry. I'll be careful. Promise.'
Oh come on, I had no chance of guessing that! Unfair.
Ha, I thought you may get it based on other times you've asked. Anyway, wasn't sure I wanted to admit it to you.
Where do you want to meet? Sal can drop me somewhere on the way back to the yard. You can check I haven't sprung any leaks.
Well, at least you made me feel better for not getting it, John!
You watch your back, Lestrade...
I might've got IUMD or IBC, but the whole thing together threw me.
What about that Chinese place? Or Angelo's if you have enough time?
Ha. Yeah, Angelo's would be good. Be there in...ten fifteen mins.
You okay? Good day so far? Boys on good form?
Right, see you soon.
Took the dogs out, got rained on a bit, Sherlock got extremely muddy, nothing out of the ordinary. Now Mycroft's helping him write his letter about why he should be allowed to go on the dead things in jars tour.
Between the two of them they ought to be able to come up with something supremely convincing. :)
(My captcha was "micki"; I think that might be going a bit far... :D)
I watch all sides of myself, don't worry. Not been stabbed yet. Just cut a few times.
Thanks, Danger. Seeing you, as always, brightens my day.
Just cut a few times.
Oh, well, that's entirely different.
Not.
I know there's a limit of how much "careful" the job allows, but, well, you know.
You too. Not sure how you're going to move after that lunch though. I hope you're done chasing gangs for the day.
It is different!
Wasn't chasing gangs, just making enquiries. But yeah, good thing I don't meet you everyday, I'd be the size of a house. Maybe we should meet for a run tomorrow.
(Different, yes. Entirely different? Definitely no.)
Different in as far as a stab vest would never have prevented it.
Not Tgat the past predicts the future. Just saying.
*narrows eyes suspiciously*
John, is he telling the truth?
(Yes, I'll stop fussing, L. :) )
Sort of depends where he got cut.
John wasn't ever witness to any of it, so he really wouldn't know. You'll just have to take my word for it.
I believe you about everything but your own wellbeing.
Still mainly all in one piece after 46 years... not such a bad record?
On the whole, could be worse and I'm glad it's not. But you do lie about it. (Motorcycle, migraine--ring any bells?)
*never forgets*
(You're not mad, right? I just worry.)
This is the one I was.telling Sherlock about, John. My UK geography is rubbish, so I don't know which of these is closer to you.
Aha! I thought I had a distant memory of someone mentioning it. Thanks, and sorry, my memory is apparently not what it used to be.
Well, fairly sure I didn't lie about anything.
Doesn't matter though.
You know what they say Danger, first the memory goes, then....other stuff.
*ahem* You said you didn't ride your bike home. Sherlock outed you.
And I'm pretty sure nothing is going. (John? ;D)
Anyway, I'll stop.
(For now.)
Mycroft, Sherlock--How did the stuff-in-jars letter come out? And who are you planning to send it to?
Damn it. I totally screwed that up. That's not the one I was talking about but like it. I just forgot the hyperlink. Forget I said anything. Sorry.
As long as I wasn't imagining someone was talking about giant light-up spiderwebs.
RR, in L's defense, he never lied. He just said, "If it makes you feel better..." Which means it was your own decision to believe he had not ridden his bike home.
Uh huh. Of course. Misleading is nothing like lying.
I thought it was pretty clear what he meant at the time.
This is my last try, John, then I'll leave your blog alone. Promise. I didn't mention the spiderweb lights, but I remember the comment so you're not crazy. I was talking about picking your own tree at a place like you showed or in Elveden Norfolk which was the link I was failed to actually post. I'm sorry to have taken so much space with my flailing attempts to explain myself coherently. I'll sit in my corner quietly now. Sorry.
Oh! All right, no worries, sorry I misunderstood. It was a good idea, anyway. I wouldn't have thought of it on my own. We always went to tree lots when I was young, and this sounds like a lot more fun.
Still glad to know I'm not crazy. ;)
Thanks, Piplover. Couldn't be bothered to go back and find out what I'd actually said - I just knew I hadn't said I didn't ride home.
Danger, someone remembering something the same as you doesn't mean you're not crazy :) tree feeling does sound like fun.
I thought it was pretty clear what he meant at the time.
He wanted me not to worry, which was sweet. But...look, I really spent most of my adult professional life surrounded by men. Somehow, even when I was the youngest one around, I ended up playing mama/big sister a lot, and some of it stuck. I know it can be annoying, and I'm sorry for that, but fussing is my fallback position when I care.
And I care.
I'll work on it.
I honestly didn't expect anyone to believe it, given the way it was worded, RR.
I did, though. I'm very credulous, apparently.
L - I understood what you meant. However, tree feeling sounds odd if you ask me, or rather dodgy.
Doc - I wouldn't bother trying to convince us you're not crazy, we all know the truth :)
Err...felling. It's my phone, wants to get touchy feely with the doc's wood...
RR - I'd wonder if it was lost in translation, but can't remember where others are from.
Essentially, if anyone ever says 'if you want to believe...' then it pretty much implies you'll be deluding yourself, in my experience. Why else would they say it?
Be home in a bit, Danger. Want anything?
I am properly skeptical about ideas and "facts". I trust people. :(
No, we're all right, thanks. Mrs Hudson has commandeered the boys for dinner making purposes.
My job has taught me that people are very rarely to be trusted. And presumably if I say on here that I could kill for a cup of coffee, you don't actually imagine that I will? Just the way language works, isn't it?
Danger, does that mean I can commandeer you for other purposes? (I'm still full from lunch! Want to help me work up an appetite?)
Did they finish their letter?
RR - yeah, though they don't know who to send it to yet.
L - I'm all yours.
I'm sure this lot will think up all sorts of exciting things we could do, but I was thinking a jog. (promise it won't be a sprint this time.)
My phone is determined it should be a jig though.
Ha. I'm sure we'll get a workout either way.
Fine. I SAID I was credulous. *grumps* I'm sorry I misunderstood. It's my own fault. (Yes, I'm acting like a five-year-old.)
RR - yeah, though they don't know who to send it to yet.
If they can find out who is the curator in charge of the exhibit or the head of the Darwin Centre overall, that would be their best bet. Those are people who won't be getting a lot of mail from the general public, they'll be flattered--and more important, they'll pay attention. (There's a staff directory here. If the link doesn't come through, there's a link for "Contacts and enquiries" at the bottom of the webpage, I found it there.)
You might try calling the phone number for booking the Spirit Collection Tours and ask them to whom you ought send such a letter, but just try elsewhere if they say it's pointless-these aren't people with the authority to make exceptions. Whoever is in charge of Customer Services might, though.
First Lestrade's phone has inappropriate ideas about the Doctor's wood, now it wants to jigajig.
If I was you Lestrade I'd make sure it wasn't alone with him, I suspect it can't be trusted...
I'm beginning to wonder if J & L's phones conspire with each other in the night. ;)
Sorry too. No need to grump - like I said, it doesn't matter, in the grand scheme of things. Being called a liar just got my back up.
Rider, Calliope - I know my phone isn't to be trusted! Not after it puts words into my mouth and then changes itself to Polish when I need it.
Right...I might just about have jogged off a small part of my lunchtime pasta. Maybe. Should probably feed the Christmas cake one last time. I hope all of you who've received Christmas cakes - Nicky, Murray, have been feeding them appropriately!
(I really am sorry. Hugs?)
L - I find your Christmas cakes fascinating. How much do you "feed" them at any given time? And how often?
Really? Shame I can't offer a bit when it's done...
I feed them about a tablespoon of brandy a week, for a 9" cake. Prod holes into it, feed it, then the next week, turn it the other way up, poke more holes, feed it, repeat. Easiest to do if, when you wrap it in foil, you put one bit of foil over, one under, and seal at the edges, so you can flip it over and still unwrap easily.
It's all a matter of taste though. I don't feed the boys' one as much, maybe a bit of apple juice every other week? But I like mine to have a bit of a kick. :)
(mental note - don't give Mrs Hudson too much cake.)
(Or don't put up any mistletoe. :))
Hee! Though that's not nearly as much as I expected. There's a lady at work that makes the most amazing rum cake at Christmas - gorgeous butter pound cake with chopped nuts and brown sugar on top, and so soaked with rum it drips when you take a slice. We all get a little soused at the Crimbo party just from eating it! So sad I missed it this year.
RR - don't think that'd stop her!
Maz - there's a fine line between moist and 'falls apart into mush' - I've crossed the line before, trying to feed a whole bottle to a cake... I give it...generous tablespoons, depending how it feels when I give it a squeeze ;)
Jeez! Those lights look like this thing http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Racnoss_ship.jpg from the Doctor Who Christmas Special a few years ago. Racnoss anyone?
Merry Christmas!
Bronwyn
I like the idea of feeding a cake. Makes me think of Little Shop of Horrors, but with cake. Giant monster cakes, rawr. I bet Sherlock would love that.
That's what I was thinking, Lindsay, lol! I can just picture it yelling, "Feed me, Lestrade!"
Bronwyn, yes! That was my first thought. :)
That is exactly what the cake does...you been in our kitchen?
Bronwyn - I think we should've had one of those on top of our tree.
Dude. I want to link to a picture of my tree but i worry that sherlock might attempt to steal it via the internet. An dyes, that would make an amazing tree topper.
Blinded by the light,
Bronwyn
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