Well, let's see. Last year, I said I would...
1. Learn to cook one thing so Mrs Hudson can have a night off once in a while
2. Keep anyone I care for from getting kidnapped
3. Live
1. Learn to cook one thing so Mrs Hudson can have a night off once in a while
2. Keep anyone I care for from getting kidnapped
3. Live
Three for three, not bad. Possibly the trick is to aim low. Nevertheless...
1. Run more (more than currently would not be difficult)
2. Keep everyone I love out of hospital (doesn't seem like it should be difficult, right?)
3. Get a life
Working at the surgery's a decent start, but I can do more. Need to do more, I think. Also, more physio for my shoulder. I stopped before I should've when I got out of hospital, which was stupid. Never got back to it, and it's good enough most of the time, but could be better.
I was going to do a sort of summary of the year in list form, but looking back over all the entries... Maybe tomorrow, after I've had more sleep.
Happy new year, everyone. I hope it brings you everything you want, or at least everything you need.
159 comments:
Well done for going 3 for 3 last year.
Your number 2 this year is sort of...well, difficult, given that my brief forays into the nhs this year were never preventable by you.
But I'll do my best to help you keep that one :)
Thanks, I appreciate it! Yeah, I know, not much I can do, but at least the intention's there. Maybe that counts for something. And if I couldn't keep out of it entirely, at least I got you home promptly afterward.
Oh Happy New Year, gentlemen! I'm so glad you've all had fun and that Sherlock hasn't been eaten by his degus!
I've been hideously remiss in keeping up - the hazards of having a plethora of family around and Christmas, New Years and seven(!) birthdays since winter holidays started. It also helps not a bit that my best friends gave me somewhere in the neighborhood of 3,300 ebooks for my birthday. I may never be seen again.
*laughs* I've taught my niece to shout "degu!" at random intervals (she's two) and now everything on four legs is a degu. My brother is so proud.
You guys are genuinely entertaining and uplifting to read. I hope your next year is a wonderful as this one!
Happy New Year! *eats more black-eyed peas*
Bronwyn
You were amazing to me. Given that I know hospitals really aren't your favourite places either, I was completely ... well, in awe, and grateful, and couldn't believe my luck, when you came and rescued me and brought me home.
And I probably never told you just how much it meant to me, given I was pretty out of it on the drugs for a while. But...yeah, it really did mean a lot to me.
Happy New Year, Bronwyn. I don't think I've read that many books in my life! And well done with you're niece :)
Happy new year, Bronwyn. Good to see you around here again. :) Sherlock's been asking about that defleshing podcast (more words I thought I'd never type).
L - you did tell me, and it meant just as much to me to have you home. Selfish, as I told you at the time I think.
Definitely not selfish, as far as I'm concerned. And I'm sure the NHS was glad to have me out of their hands, too. Never thought I'd be the type to get private medical care :)
You'll have to let me help you with the physio, if I can, in recompense.
Nice resolutions, John :-) Although I must admit that my first reaction to 2 was similar to Lestrade's - you don't always control what the scumbags and bad guys of London get up to. Mind you, I suspect that just by being a part of Lestrade's life, you're giving Lestrade every incentive to be more careful with his personal safety than he might have been.
Do you have any ideas what you're planning to do for the first one?
3 for 3 is entirely impressive!
I hope you do as well this year, although, yeah, number two is not entirely in your control, even without L's job. (I mean, accidents and stuff happen, especially with active kids.) But also lots of times they don't, so fingers crossed on that one!
Number three--doesn't really matter what we think, it matters what you feel, so I'll skip the (genuinely sincere) protests and go straight to the "you'll figure it out." Because you will.
Oh, and a summary of the year would be awesome!
Nameless - I certainly don't want to be the cause of any distress to john or the boys. Which...I should probably try harder at, I don't know.
I'll definitely help any way I can, with all of these.
L - Never thought I'd be the type to get private medical care
Ha, all you can stand!
You'll have to let me help you with the physio, if I can, in recompense.
I'll probably need the help, thanks.
Nameless - Do you have any ideas what you're planning to do for the first one?
I suppose the sensible thing to do is walk Sherlock to school in running shoes and just go from there. The other option is to do it while L's having breakfast and entertaining Sherlock, but...that's really early.
RR - thanks, and yeah, #2 might be challenging. I think it's the effort that counts though.
you're not allowed out that early in the morning - you can't even dress on your own then! I'm not letting you cross a road without an adult :)
Anyway, I'd like to run with you sometimes. At least the days I'm not working.
I think it's the effort that counts though.
Should do! (Just change #2 to "Keep everyone I love from reasonably preventable hospitalizations" and you'll be gold. :))
you can't even dress on your own then!
That sounds like a story that needs telling, Lestrade.
DW - if I told you, Danger might break resolution 2 in the worst possible way. And that would be a shame, so soon after making it.
That's fine. You don't have to tell us. I'm sure we can imagine what happened...
Anyway, I can't exactly claim to be at the top of my game myself, that time of the morning. He'd doubtless counter attack with stories of his own (the only advantage I have is he frequently sleeps through my shirts etc. attacking me)
...and what we can't imagine we can make up. :D
He's exaggerating! It was a minor incident.
Lestrade - I wasn't trying to imply that you cause anyone distress; sorry if it came across that way. All I meant was that I've got the impression that maybe in the past you were a little more cavalier about remembering your stab vest and stuff, and these days you have three very good reasons to remember to take proper care.
Hmm. Still don't know if that came out right. Sorry.
I believe you, John. I'm sure everyone with unicorn chaps accidentally puts them on in the morning sometimes. ;)
Nameless - no, you were entirely right. And I'm still not as good at it as I should be, that's all I meant. Takes some getting used to, that's all. I wasn't taking offence at all.
Danger, I didn't even say anything - how could I be exaggerating!
We have vivid imaginations. :D
Danger, I didn't even say anything - how could I be exaggerating!
I don't know! Inborn talent?
DW - but I've never worn them out of the house and that's what counts, right?
but I've never worn them out of the house and that's what counts, right?
YET. But that's why 5am jogging would be so dangerous, Danger...
DW - but I've never worn them out of the house and that's what counts, right?
I'm sure Lestallion appreciates it. Keeps either of you from having to defend your honour.
Anyway, chaps aside, I'd like it if you ran with me too. Think we can come up with a regular time?
A regular time...
Even with the best will in the world, I'm not sure my hours will ever be that regular.
Maybe you should pick a regular time, and I should just try and fit in where I can?
Well...a time that's more likely to work for you than post-dropping-Sherlock off at least, since you're only home then when there's a holiday.
Well, hopefully I'll be home a little bit more, now. But, yeah.
I don't know, maybe a few times a week we can go after work? And the other days you can run back from the school? Whenever it is, if it's not school time and we're both going, we'll have to rope Mrs H in to watch Sherlock and the Goos.
Sounds good. We'll work on it.
I'll be home a little bit more, now.
Oh really? In the morning, after Sherlock's at school? I like this plan so far...
Well, yeah, hopefully. It'll mean I pick up the odd extra day at the weekends, sometimes, but hopefully from now I'll work four twelve hour shifts a week, because...well, because working 60 hour weeks is way too much and I never feel like I see you.
So that's three days per week I'll be at home - even if I have to do a bit of work here.
That's the plan, anyway.
Thank you. That's really... That's the best Christmas present I've ever received, I think.
Wow, when you make a resolution you really mean it, L! Good for you. :)
Once you're sick of me being under your feet, you can send me back to the yard :)
But seriously, I want to spend more time with you, just the two of us. And I want to stop missing out on ice cream in the park after school...
And frisbee, don't forget that.
Seriously, this really means a lot to me. I love you.
How could I forget the frisbee? Although I'm guessing Snoopy isn't as interested as our hounds?
I love you too. And I'll really try to stick to it. And I'm sorry in advance for the times I'll fail because I get too caught up in a case. But I'll do my best.
Well, no. But Sherlock makes up for it generally.
It's all right, just that you'd try is enough.
I feel like.. you shouldn't be thanking me. You should be saying 'finally!' and rolling your eyes.
But I'm really glad it makes you happy. I...it's nice to feel wanted. :)
Lestrade - Oh, good - thanks :-)
working 60 hour weeks is way too much
Hell yes. I think it's great you've made plans to cut back a bit. Nice one :-)
John - you are far too energetic, all this talk of running is making me tired :-p mind you, we seem to share a similar reaction to early mornings :-)
Oh my goodness! I totally forgot the Mummies Podcast! I'm so sorry Sherlock! My only explanation is that end of semester ate my attention. But, as my father says, explanations aren't excuses. So, with my profound apologies for tardiness.
http://bronwynferchdai.dreamwidth.org/37942.html
The Mummy Podcast. I'm pretty proud of it, personally. You'd never know I used to have an interdental lisp when I was your age, would you? *laughs*
Happy New Year, Sherlock!
Bronwyn
Here's hoping everyone is still asleep...but if not, good morning, whoever is awake!
I don't understand how us saying 'Don't wake the Degus if they're asleep - just let them wake up naturally' is obeyed instantly, without question, and 'don't wake us up if we're asleep, just let us wake up naturally' is translated into 'if the degus are asleep, then come and wake us up to tell us you're not waking them up'. Hmmmm, Sherlock?
This is quite simple--he's responsible for the degus, and you're responsible for him. :)
I put in a plea that John's responsible for me and Sherlock, so should be the one woken up.
I'm entirely irresponsible :)
And did that fool...er, I mean convince... Sherlock? :D
So what are the big plans for Sherlock's last day of holiday break? And when do you go back to school, Mycroft?
You should be saying 'finally!' and rolling your eyes.
Your job's important to you, not to mention to all the people you help. I knew that from the start; there will be no eye rolling.
I don't deserve you :)
Mycroft goes back on the 8th, RR. Sherlock, as you can imagine, finds that mightily unfair.
My big plans were lie in, breakfast, further lie in, walk the dogs, laze about on the sofa, eat more... you get the picture.
We're not sticking to my plans...
It IS unfair. That there are many things that are unfair in the other direction--perhaps even enough things (alone time with you and John, frog ponds, being at home, having degus, being able to run down to see Mrs Hudson whenever he likes, etc) to outweigh this unfairness doesn't make the differential in back to school dates less unfair. But there's still today, Sherlock!
Although I am sorry that that means your today plans didn't work out, L--they sound awfully nice... :)
Do you have any special plans for the next week, Mycroft?
And when are you starting those motorcycle lessons, John?
(Yes, I do have work to do that I don't want to do, why do you ask? :))
Ha, I like you plan, Lestrade :-) What did you all end up doing instead?
(BTW: "I don't deserve you :)" I think that, in the very nicest possible sense, you deserve each other; you're both so supportive of each other, but that's as it should be. It's quite lovely to see).
We did end up eating an drinking a lot. And walking the dogs. And Sherlock cleaned out the Degu, and we watched them have a bath.
Then we had a long and confusing conversation about whether Sherlock had homework, and if he had, whether he'd completed it.
Are degus taking a dust bath as entertaining as it sounds?
(And, ultimately--did he/had he? :))
Sherlock, did you write a thank you note to the person who approved you going on the Things in Jars tour? (Because you never know when you might want another bending of the rules, after all. It never hurts to make people who do you favors happy!)
He's entirely too good at obfuscation for a six year old.
And yes - degus, dust bath, entertainment for hours. They're fascinating to watch.
Mrs T will know, though, so he's only putting off the inevitable a few hours, really--if, in fact, he's actually got any...
Pity no video of dust bath...maybe at some point in the future? *hopefully* :)
We use a big bowl for the dust baths - like the dogs' water bowl, heavy and ceramic. Mercury manages to fling dust everywhere. Argon is a bit neater. Until Mercury joins her, then they both make a mess. It looks a bit like they're wrestling for the same spot of sand, despite the bowl being plenty big enough for both if them. It's all about sharing scent, apparently.
They both got a bit of carrot afterward for being good.
Argon is a bit neater. Until Mercury joins her, then they both make a mess.
Not unlike Mycroft and Sherlock, actually.
Ha, God, so true!
Sherlock is now working to litter train them. Which is good, but rather him handling degu-poo than me. It's enough that they curl up to sleep in my hood.
Better than in your pouch. I don't want to reach in there and find degu droppings.
They haven't pood..poo'd? pooed? however you spell that, on me yet. Or at least, not that I've noticed. But it will be easier to clean their cage if Sherlock manages to train them to go in one tub we put in there. There will be no poo in my pouch.
I'm just worried I'll forget they're in my hood when they're asleep and collapse onto the sofa and squash them. But he played the 'I'm not allowed to wake them, you said' card on me... so next time they start nodding off, they're going back in their nest box, not in my clothing.
Oh, goodness--you've just cheered me up soooooo much!!! (And that's from talking to health insurance "customer assistance" so I really really REALLY needed it. Thank you!!)
It all sounds perfectly adorable.
If Sherlock has determined to train them, I am fully confident they will be trained.
(Now, back to the "help" agents. They can be cheerful, it's not THEIR money.)
So Lestrade, can you tell them apart now?
I can tell them apart when I've got one of them, but not really when they're just scampering about. The easiest way is that Mercury has lighter fur further up under her chin, but obviously you can't see that when they're running about.
L - probably a good plan, although they do look very sweet asleep in your hood.
I had to cheat slightly I'm afraid but:
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
Nine poohs for cleaning
Eight res-o-lu-tions
Seven oohs and aahs-ing
Six strings a-strumming
Five sa-ad smiles
Four mugs of coffee
Three cups of decaff
Two body piercings
And a degu in a Christmas tree
SH - brilliant, as always!
Mycroft and I started a new song today. Trying to think of easy stuff...and if anyone says Status Quo, I'll hunt you down myself. So we're still on Johnny Cash.
Danger - they look sweet all the time! Especially when they cuddle together, or get all droopy-eyelidded and yawny.
Are you still talking about the degus?
Ha, the Goos, Danger, and the boys - it applies to all of them. (except obviously Danger gets to cuddle me. Shame he won't fit in my hood.)
:)
I imagine he'd fit in your hoodie, which is surely close enough...
(Did you ever figure out if Sherlock had homework yet undone?)
Shame he won't fit in my hood.
Is that you passing up the short joke, Lestrade? Must be love. :)
You're right, DW, it must be... I'm clearly going soft in my old age. (lucky there's drugs for that nowadays ;) )
*giggle snort*
Better living through chemistry? :D
Funny, I would have pegged you as quality over quantity...
Nothing wrong with both...
Promises promises, Doctor...
(although I concur. You are both quality and...quantity, in perfect amounts. :) )
I can just about see you resisting the short joke there...
Never! I mean, I never thought that, not that I never resist...
I was thinking of other parts of you entirely, parts which are not short...
Hmm. Ready for bed?
Definitely. You can tuck me in and tell me a story so I go off to sleep and am ready for work tomorrow.
And I wish you every sort of good luck getting the boy wonder off to school tomorrow too. I'll be with you in spirit.
Ha, thanks. I'm sure I'll need it.
Tell him if he doesn't go to school, the goos will be coming to work with me.
Sleep well, gentlemen... And good luck tomorrow John.:-)
I'm sure your team would love them.
Night, Nameless, and thanks.
Sally, how do you feel about rodents? lol
Captcha says "nothell." ;)
Oh, I dunno. I think Sherlock may well be grumpy about going to school (and whom amongst us would not be?) but I don't think he'll put up a big fuss--right, Sherlock? After all, surely he'll want to tell everyone about the Things in Jars tour they can't go on, and his degus (bring some pictures!), and so on...
He seems... resigned to it. Wanted to take the degus, naturally. He already knew the answer though.
To L, Sherlock and all the rest of you in the UK who have got up to a very dark and wet morning:
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
Ten groans for working
Nine poohs for cleaning
Eight res-o-lu-tions
Seven oohs and aahs-ing
Six strings a-strumming
Five sa-ad smiles
Four mugs of coffee
Three cups of decaff
Two body piercings
And a degu in a Christmas tree
Thanks SH. It is bloody horrible weather. Very windy. Nasty on the roads.
Oi, there was blue sky a bit ago, now it's all gone again to be replaced by angry grey. Whoevers taken it, if you put it back now, then I won't press charges and we'll say no more about it.
I'll count to five.
Could you extend that to whomever took away such warmth as there was here and replaced it with wind? It's sunny enough, but it's 27F (that's -3C) with a wind chill of 13F (-10C)...and I have to go out soon!
(Also, good for Sherlock!)
Wind here means the blue sky is coming and going faster than the light on a panda car.
Dry right now though.
Hope you don't get too cold when out and about.
Oh, it's not really unusual--it is January after all--but we've had pretty warm weather so far this year so it's a shock and feels colder than it is. But at least I have the gear for it.
That vivid mental image of flickering sky is giving me a sympathetic headache!
I hope it's dry when you leave for home (or if you have to head out between now and then).
Whoevers taken it, if you put it back now, then I won't press charges and we'll say no more about it.
Bringing back memories, you are.
Ha! Oh yes? I'm like a priest, DW, willing to hear any confession you might have...
No comment. ;)
Hmmm. Sadly you do have the right to remain silent...
On an completely unrelated note, have you ever seen a golf cart parked on a fighter jet?
...Can't say that I have. I suppose a photo is too much to hope for?
I can see how that is totally unrelated, yes.
No, I haven't.
I can imagine the face of someone supposedly in charge who has just seen this, though.
Probably a little like a DCI who has seen his (wheelclamped) car perched on top of a prison van...
(hasten to add that really didn't have anything to do with me. I just witnessed it. I was far too new and green to be involved.)
Yes, we all believe you ;)
DW - are further details forthcoming?
Didn't have anything to do with a confused police horse in an inspector's office either, huh, sir?
Take note, ladies and gentlemen: the exact definition of plausible deniability.
(Yes, definitely, uh huh, absolutely.)
...horse? Would that have anything to do with cowboys?
Sherlock--these are pranks that have already been pulled, and nothing is duller than copying someone ekse's prank. You and your friends will, in the future, have to come up with something else.
(And my father already did the one where he snuck into the chem lab and switched the plumbing lines for the sinks and Bunsen burners, so that's been taken, too. :))
No idea what you're referring to, Sal. It clearly just thought it deserved promotion to a desk job.
RR - don't think Sherlock is the type for pulling pranks, really.
There's q joke in there about the rear ends of horses and Inspectors, but I'll refrain. ;D
"further info," SH? How about a math problem instead?
1 golf cart belonging to a certain 3-star general who shall remain nameless + 1 F-15 static display + 25 future officers trained in engineering + several ropes and pulleys = one very pissed off head office.
He was madder than when the same plane mysteriously turned red, but not as mad as during the snowball incident.
...or so I heard.
Sally, do tell, please. We will, of course, assume that you had absolutely nothing to do with the incident in question.
*giggling quietly*
I hope everyone stays warm and dry. These last couple of days have been crazy weather in most places. On Friday, it was hailing at my house, but I could still see the orange-pink sunset from my backyard....
~A from NW
It was before my time, A from NW. I just heard it when I was coming to join his team. Apparently happened when he was a sergeant. I don't know what led to it, but the inspector arrived to find his office turfed over - floor, desk, ever shelf in the filing cabinet - and a police horse inside, chewing away on the grass, so the story goes.
Damn cctv these days.
L--I suspect it will depend on what he personally will find amusing. (Probably have nothing to do with things in unexpected places, yeah. :))
An office meadow, Sally? Now that takes some serious arranging!
Snowball incident, DW?
Danger, I'm on the way home. And you know I prefer unicorn to horses...
I don't see you leaving unicorns in someone else's office, no...
I'm innocent. Sal is just passing on gossip and hearsay.
I'm innocent
Uh huh.
DW - like ReRe, I'm now curious about the Snowball Incident.
I dread to think the stories that John's keeping quiet about. Medical students...
If you say you're innocent, L, I believe you.
Pity, though... :D
Ha, Nameless--too true about medical students! Want to share anything, John? :)
The horse is good, but the turf really elevates it to a whole new level.
Snowball incident?
Lestrade, you're accusing DS Donovan, a highly-respected, well-trained member of the Yard (who could probably make your life miserable in the manner of all sergeants everywhere) of gossip and hearsay?! Brave move.
I'll tell you mine if you tell yours, Doc...
The horse is truly inspired. I'll have to remember that one.
Hmmm. I'll post something tomorrow. Slightly occupied right now by the degu trying to nest in my ear.
Just when I thought Danger couldn't get any cuter, a tired degu tries to nest on him...it really is pretty much the most adorable 'adorbs', as Carla would say, thing ever.
Ha. It's Mercury who's 'adorbs', not me.
Sounds like Mercury is voting for you! Clearly she finds you cuddly... :)
Carla would agree...I beg to differ. I frequently find you 'adorbs'. Although you look like you have a serious nervous tick when her whiskers get in your ear and you jump.
I..actually don't know where Argon is. Don't tell me we have our first Degu MIA?
I saw her on the mantle a bit ago... She's not in that vase is she?
Not in the vase...
Shall I deploy some celery as a lure?
Hm, yeah. I wonder if Sherlock can get them trained to come when we whistle.
Did you check the tree? Or is it down already?
(Is the tree down, not the degu...)
I read on one of the websites that you can train them to come when you call their name, so whistling shouldn't be so hard.
Tree is staying up until 12th night, as Sherlock loves it so much. Can't see a degu in it...but they're hard to spot, and can jump really well.
By the way, RR, You'd make a truly terrible copper, if you believe people are innocent just because they say so ;)
Good thing I didn't go out for police work, then.
Although, it's sometimes a problem in my freelancing, in that I believe people when they say they're going to pay me. Mostly they do, but then there are the others... (What I do about the others is I keep believing them in emails and phone calls and letters until they do pay, to make me go away.)
You're sure she's not in your hood, right?
only if she's teleported.
Although you should check, one sleeping degu isn't as easy to feel as two lively ones.
Although you should check, one sleeping degu isn't as easy to feel as two lively ones.
Least convincing excuse to cop a sly feel from your boyfriend, ever...
Seconded, Nameless.
Hey, at least I didn't say she might be in my boxers!! ;)
I hope you'd know if you had a degu in your boxers! Anyhow, I don't need an excuse (though I'm happy to take one when it presents itself).
I promise it's not a degu in my pants - I am just happy to see you.
(Found her, by the way. She was in my motorbike helmet. No idea how she got in there. But a comfy bed for degu.)
I'm glad you found her--I was about to ask. I'd think it would be difficult to lure a sleeping degu with food.
She looked very peaceful.
RR - I just presumed she'd turn up in the end. It is amazing how far they can jump, and how silently they scamper. Sherlock really ought to only have them out in the 'play pen' thing for now, until they're more used to us, and trained.
I admit I was wondering what they were doing wandering around, seeing as it didn't seem as though Sherlock was around--you didn't mention him looking for them, anyway.
Having them play in a "playpen" sounds like an excellent idea, unless someone is actually playing with one or the other of them.
I'd keep an eye on the sofa if I were you...
We had a hamster (Harry) when I was wee and it disappeared without a trace...
A day later we started to hear weird scraping noises in the sitting room. After a bit of deduction and much emotional manipulation, my dad was convinced to flip the sofa over and cut a hole in the bottom...
And Harry (renamed Steve, as in McQueen) lived to get lost in another elaborate and random place again.
We thought the mantelpiece was quite safe. I think she must have jumped to the tree and got down that way.
But yeah, we need to be more careful with them. Easy to forget they could just go, and not come back. They feel so much part of the family already.
Anyway, I must go and curl up to sleep too, now. Night all.
And you thought Argon was the slow one... :D
Sweet dreams, guys!
Anyway, I must go and curl up to sleep too, now. Night all.
Fixin' to make Doc jump when you stick your whiskers in his ear? ;)
Have a good night.
I refuse to say what I might stick where to make the Doc jump.
And a very good morning to you, too. :)
Morning RR. Not entirely sure it's 100% good.
Danger, I've got to go and speak at a conference again. Apparently I didn't do badly enough last time to put them off.
That's hardly bad, though--it's a compliment, surely! How long is this conference, anyway?
Have you been given a topic, Lestrade?
DW - Perhaps we could helpfully suggest some?
SH
Afraid the topic is not my (or your) choice:)
I'll blog about it.
What, like "Utilization of Equine Assets in Promoting Inter- and Intra-team Morale and Cohesion"?
Oh, and three days, RR. My session is four hours, I think. Or three and a half, with a break.
Written a blog post saying, DW.
And that couldn't possibly be my specialist subject. (plus I think the cohesion may have been strong at the bottom, but it was cracked at the top...)
I did hear word that he was more annoyed at the turf than the horse, though. Whoever did it did a rather thorough job, so I hear. Every level of in/out/pending tray on his desk. Inside his coffee cup. Inside the hat he had left in the room...his chair, every drawer in his desk... Whoever did it must have picked a lot of locks.
Obviously I can't condone it at all. Terrible behaviour. Glad my office has cctv.
Comment over on your post, Lestrade.
Hmmm, I have to admire that level of commitment. Whoever it was that was responsible for it has a fine head for detail. Pity I don't know whom to applaud.
Awww. But it's so fun to make them up. :(
"plus I think the cohesion may have been strong at the bottom, but it was cracked at the top...)"
Isn't that the way of things, though? Bad leaders are more damaging more quickly to an organization than anything else.
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