I'd point out that my BMW is winning the poll, but that seems unkind to Lestrade, who was responsible for a very enjoyable time last night, so I won't.
The room was really impressively nice, with its odd hanging cage bed and comfortable sofa. In my limited experience, room service usually isn't very nice even when they manage to get it up to your room before it's cold. It still seemed preferable to going out, but I was not expecting anything to write home (or blog) about. It was really good though, in particular the dessert, as L said. Calvados pannacotta, blackberries, caramelized apples, and salted caramel ice cream. Wow.
It was incredibly strange not to be awakened by a flying tackle from Sherlock early the next morning, but I think we could get used to it. Slept in until eight, which is about right as far as I'm concerned and criminally late for Lestrade. Nice lunch, home, picked up Sherlock from school...and then the Christmas tree.
We went to a tree farm to cut down our own this year. Sherlock had a check list regarding height, width, colour, needle quality, etc. It took two solid hours, not counting the drive there and back. Got home, got it up and mainly straight, and L had to rush off because he was nearly late to work by then.
I tried to be restrained with the tinsel this year, partially for L and Mycroft's sakes, and partially because the enormous wreath Mrs Hudson and Sherlock did is already so extremely sparkly that any more sparkle in or around our flat might cause some sort of sparkle implosion and result in a black hole that would suck all the glitter out of the world.
The room was really impressively nice, with its odd hanging cage bed and comfortable sofa. In my limited experience, room service usually isn't very nice even when they manage to get it up to your room before it's cold. It still seemed preferable to going out, but I was not expecting anything to write home (or blog) about. It was really good though, in particular the dessert, as L said. Calvados pannacotta, blackberries, caramelized apples, and salted caramel ice cream. Wow.
It was incredibly strange not to be awakened by a flying tackle from Sherlock early the next morning, but I think we could get used to it. Slept in until eight, which is about right as far as I'm concerned and criminally late for Lestrade. Nice lunch, home, picked up Sherlock from school...and then the Christmas tree.
We went to a tree farm to cut down our own this year. Sherlock had a check list regarding height, width, colour, needle quality, etc. It took two solid hours, not counting the drive there and back. Got home, got it up and mainly straight, and L had to rush off because he was nearly late to work by then.
I tried to be restrained with the tinsel this year, partially for L and Mycroft's sakes, and partially because the enormous wreath Mrs Hudson and Sherlock did is already so extremely sparkly that any more sparkle in or around our flat might cause some sort of sparkle implosion and result in a black hole that would suck all the glitter out of the world.
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I tried to be restrained with the tinsel this year
Somehow that doesn't sound like you were successful ;-)
I'm glad your night away was good you both deserve some very serious spoiling :-)
No, no, you can't have all the glitter in the world! What would we do with bare glue on all the holiday signs my homework group made for the library then? Although I grant you that they'd probably fall off the wall fewer times if they weighed twenty pounds less apiece...
rsf
Anonybob - I was...a bit successful. Not entirely. There is definitely less than last year, although that may not be immediately apparent.
rsf - ha. Sounds like you're in danger of your own glitter implosion there.
a bit successful isn't bad, tinsel and sparkly bits is what Christmas is about although those confetti things people put inside cards, so they fall all over your floor when you open the envelope, are enough to make me travel to their houses and murder them ;-)
(this is a joke I am not really a murderous person I promise)
It's L's job to clean up all glitter, so I don't mind those quite as much. ;)
I'd forgotten about that ;-)
Have the boys made Christmas cards for people or do you buy them? Our school sold cards the kids had made to raise funds for charity.
I really really miss you all when I'm on nights.
I'm sure the flat looks... Sparkly. And festive.
Festive is good!
Anonybob - Sherlock made them for Mrs Hudson and his mum at school.
L - miss you too. I hope the flat doesn't blind you when you come home.
that criminally late lie-in wasn't enough. I needed at leasta f ew hours blissfully unconscious this afternoon.
I hope you sleep ok John :-)
Wouldn't mind a few hours blissfully unconscious now.
just...shhh. Or I will be stuffing ablue paper suit, leaning it up in a corner and sneaking home to be unconscious with you. no one here would notice.
You, though , thould sleep. and some for me, soo
this new phone is stupid.
Heh. That last sentence sounds like Sherlock.
I'll do my best. As soon as I'm done watching this episode of World's Most Dangerous Roads.
that sounds like... like... a programme you should only watch when the sofa is just too comfy ti move?
go and sleep. and feel my jealousy.
But they're stuck in a ditch in Siberia... The cows have to wear bras because otherwise their udders freeze.
Yeah, all right. Good luck.
John, yes, we did use a lot of glitter. The oldest child in the group is just turned ten and the youngest is rising six, so much glitter was a requirement. To be honest, I'm kind of surprised there was any left for Sherlock to find!
Good luck staying awake, L. I'm not sure if trying to figure out cow bras counts as mental fodder or just nightmare fodder.
rsf
Lestrade -- I saw the phone that was trashed was the same one I use. Tough things, but not tough enough to withstand a London bus.
What type is your new one?
- solidarity anon
How're you holding up, L? (Just a few more hours!)
just got home.
i am so tired, I'm almost glad that I've missed Sherlock, and he's left for school already. i need to collapse. whoever asked - literally bloody, the crimescene. thankfully only attempted murder/serious assault, so far, not murder.
Solidarity - work have given me a very similar phone, but it's got all 'touch' buttons, not real buttons, and the predictive hasn't learnt anything yet. i liked my old one.
Considering the words your old phone had as predictive text I'm not entirely convinced that that's such a bad idea.
Hope you get a decent amount of sleep today - in preparation for the return of the whirlwind this afternoon.
Trying to sleep. Haunted by dreams you lot are picking BMW over Triumph. Why would you do that??
(Because it's shiny!)
Some sleep is better than none but bad dreams aren't good ;-)
how many nights are you doing?
The BMW sounds like a better choice for a not-too-tall beginner. At least that's what I've gathered.
rsf
He's going to love that answer...
I'm voting Triumph whenever I can. You'd think class would out.
Well I did mean me, but yes, he probably will.
:D
rsf
RR - it's no 'shinier' than the Triumph.
RSF - I wouldn't say it's ideal for most beginners - neither of them are. Too powerful. But I know Danger can handle it.
The new Triumph has actually got an increased seat height over mine. I'm not sure his feet would touch the floor. It'll be enough of a stretch for me!
What would you recommend for a beginner?
Does the increased seat height mean that Sherlock is going to have to wait even longer for his legs to grow? Because I know how he'll vote then.
And I'll echo Mycroft -- what is a good chice for someone who is new to riding?
rsf
I'm not getting a new one, RSF, so he needn't worry. But anyway, no, it wouldnt effect him, as he needs to worry about the distance from the pegs to the seat, not the ground to the seat. (BMW describe their seat height as 'midget'. Just saying...)
Mycroft - for someone of your age, once you've passed your test, you wouldn't go far wrong with something like a Hornet600 but you'd need to try some out, see what suits your riding position.
(should mention you'd need it restricted for the first two years - but it would give you good practice and be a nice ride.)
...All right. Thank you for the information.
Out of curiosity, what does restricted mean in this context?
Restricting the power of the bike. Used to be done on engine size, but now it's power.
I clearly know nothing about engines--can you limit the power of a bike without changing the engine?
(ETA I have begun typing random numbers for those boxes in the captchas that I presume still have numbers but look to me like featurelessly blurry black boxes. Who can even see there's a number there?!)
I picked BMW on the 'newbie friendly' basis as well, but it seems that was a mistake on my part. Not that hubster will ever allow such a choice to be more than theoretical. Hypothetical? I'll look it up later.
Cow bras. Thanks for a laugh.
Greg, I hope you get some sleep.
The comment about cow bras, which I read many hours after John's comment about that tv show,made me think I was actually going mad. Or he was. I couldnt thunk of any sort of context for it.
RR - yes, basically. Restrict the air intake, fuel intake or throttle and the engine won't run as well as it could.
And clearly I had to google cow bras. Quite innocuous compared with some of the things I've googled in the past year (we all know who's to blame for that). Sadly there weren't many pictures, but I can report that they are made of rabbit fur.
Ha. Sorry about that!
Just so you know, apparently you can't stop your car running either in winter, except in a heated garage, or the fuel freezes.
L--That's quite interesting, really--so it's like you un-fix it on purpose! (Since it still runs, I guess you couldn't call it breaking it. :))
Okay, SH, now I'm going to have to Google it too... :D
John--my dad used to work for a company headquartered in Minneapolis, and had to travel there periodically, and they had that problem with their cars. They used to have little electric heaters for their cars that they'd have to plug in and run when they couldn't park indoors. O_O
Someone should send some to Siberia. Apparently they need them. Also, brrr.
Right? (I don't know if Siberia has an electrical infrastructure to support plug-in car heaters, but if they do, someone totally should!)
Hi everyone, glad to hear you had a good weekend with Nicky and her lot, and John and Greg your mini-holiday sounds heavenly!
Just popping in to say I was lucky enough to go to the Cabin Pressure recordings on Sunday, for the new season, and it. Was. Brilliant! Everyone was crying with laughter, just the best time.
I can say for an absolute fact, RR, that people do still plug in thier engine heaters in Minneapolis and surrounds.
Sometimes even when we are able to park indoors, although that's usually only in January and not every single year.
Jaws - lucky you! Glad it was a good time. :) Any idea when the new ones are going to come out?
Mycroft, when you're ready, and if you want to, we'll find you a lovely bike. And not one that needs either a furry bra or to be plugged in to the mains :)
RR - yeah, a bit, It's very simple to do. Of course, you could buy a little tiny bike, but a. then you need a new one when you've been riding a year and b. it's nicer to have a bigger bike, get used to it a bit, then de-reg it.
Kestrel--Brrrr!!
L--makes sense!
I am relieved to hear it.
err..two years. This dioesn't bode well for tonight, does it?
I can't believe I'm back at work. Feel like I only just left.
how many nights are you in Greg? I hope work is busy enough to keep you going but not too much hard work :-)
3. Three long lonely nights thinking about John all tucked up in bed, warm and sleepy...or, in reality, apparently, on the sofa watching programmes about cows wearing rabbitskin bras. But still...
See what tonight brings. Last night was a young bloke trying to kill his father... father is still alive, I was glad to find when I clocked on this evening.
Well you're nearly half way through I guess :-) that's about as positive as I can come up with sorry.
I'm glad the father is still alive, that must make it a bit easier for you to sort out(or not how the hell would I know!)
Every little bit of good news I guess?
John, they should come out late January, and let me tell you, V is an absolute hoot!
Oops, accidentally left out a line when reading your comment L, which left J warm and wearing rabbitskin bras.
And here's hoping tonight goes well for you and you don't have to spend ages freezing outside.
I think L's the one who needs the rabbitskin bra in this weather.
Jaws - can't wait!
Our flat is now 100% more insulated , by the sheer amount of tinsel and streamers festooned around the walls/across the ceiling. So John might get even hotter if he doesn't unplug himself and remove his rabbitskin bra.
It's festive! And it's better than last year, right? A bit?
That would depend how 'better' is defined. It is perhaps slightly more controlled.
That was what I was going for. And probably the best I was going to manage with Sherlock's single-minded pursuit of tinsel.
You did well. Although I'm sure every time we turn our backs there will be more stuff going up.
I noticed the wreath gained a blue whale today.
Sherlock has simply embraced the design aesthetic that holds that decorations should reflect a personal sense of what is beautiful and celebrational.
:)
I had to go and look at the whale...you're right. There is also a squid.
Is it a wreath or a reef?
Well...there's also a tiger. And of course the bats. So if it's a reef, there's a Christmas miracle involved.
As long as it doesn't start with a couple of fish and end up with enough to feed 5000...
Nah, that'll be your job for Christmas dinner. ;)
5000 pheasants? Geese? Guinea pigs? Have you decided yet?
I've never cooked a guinea pig.
Guinea fowl, maybe...
Ten birds all stuffed inside each other? You said you wanted to do that once, I remember.
we'd need a bigger oven.
Ah. I though maybe the new one would be big enough.
They make these humongous outdoor propane deep fryers for frying turkeys--I'm sure you could rent something analogous to cook your super-sized turducken...
(Of course, then you'd have to eat it. :D)
Only if you didn't want any veg or roast spuds... and given that the lot of us seem to think it's our destiny to eat every last roast spud in the world... I don't think that'd go well.
Anyway, not thinking about it until after the apocalypse. If that's a let-down, then I'll start prepping for Christmas dinner.
(still can't take the word 'turducken' seriously.)
Seems reasonable. You've got to have something to look forward to once the world doesn't end.
...I'm not sure that came out quite how I intended it.
And yet wise words to live by, regardless.
I think I want the T-shirt. With a great big chocolate sundae for the picture.
rsf
Ha, rsf! It would make an awesome t-shirt. :)
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