Stealing L's lyrics-as-subject line thing for this. Though since I started writing this last night after L was asleep, and then fell asleep in the middle of it...I can no longer remember why I thought the lyrics were relevant. Anyhow, here's some cheese we got that Sherlock wanted me to take a picture of because it came wrapped in leaves.
I've been thinking about time recently. One of the things I realised while talking to Dr E a few weeks ago is that I do more now than I did in the Army. Which seems impossible. I remember days when I barely got to eat, didn't sit down for more than five minutes, riding so high on adrenaline that I could barely sleep even when I got a chance. But those are the sorts of days that stick in the mind, aren't they? I know perfectly well there were also days when we sat in the on call room and played cards, or read, or drew on the walls (they were unfinished plywood; it was practically an invitation).
Now, the things that I do are constant. Pack Sherlock's lunch, walk him to school, do the shopping, go for a run (...usually), do the cleaning, the laundry...and then, astonishingly, it's usually time to pick him up again. I don't know how just those few things can take up so much time, and there are days when I feel I must've lost several hours into a rogue, travelling time warp.
I thought I'd have a conclusion for this when I started writing it, but I don't. Just vague confusion and the continuing sense that I ought to be doing more. Perhaps with more of a sense that it might actually be possible.
Anyway, go and read this man's blog post instead. He knows how to write a conclusion, and it's a good cause.
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I think you nurture that rogue timewarp sometimes - I'm sure we lost a few hours last night!
I met a guy once, for a case, who was blinded during the crime I was investigating (he was hot in the head - he was fine, except he lost his sight.) He said it was very odd for him, as he recovered, to meet people who had been blind since birth, because they didn't know what he was talking about. His language was all wrong. They didn't know what green was, what vapour trails look like in a clear blue sky. Whereas he remembered all those things, even if he could no longer see them. I stayed in touch with him for a few years. We never caught the guy who did it - or, rather, we couldn't prove who it was. He's married now, got a couple of kids. He's never seen his wife, or his girls. It's hard to imagine.
It is hard to imagine. Sounds like he ended up with a pretty good life anyway though. I'm glad.
Yeah, he did. He was just a lovely guy, losing his sight didn't change that :) Plus, like you said, he had people there for him. His mates didn't abandon him, he still went to the pub, did everything he'd always done, because they helped him out until he found his own way to do things.
He didn't exactly forgive the guy we all knew did it - but he didn't let it consume him, either. He moved on. Lived his life.
the hardest things about looking after kids I always think is the fact that they are inside your brain all the time and the clock ticks along in there reminding you that there is something you need to do for them soon.
I would never say anyone ought to be doing more than looking after their short people John but if you want to do something else you will find the space and the time to do it even though your days are full now, some how it works out or at least it did for me once and I live in hope it will again soon :-)
I hope it works out for you too, Anonybob.
I suppose at least partially it's that things always expand to fill the time you have, but it still seems strange.
And it's not like you just look after the boys - you look after me too! I'd never manage to have any clean clothes without you, or food in the flat to cook with. You're amazing.
You managed it perfectly well before you met me! I do like looking after you though.
You managed it perfectly well before you met me
Well..I'm very glad that on all our 'dates' I managed to give you that impression :)
But the reason I have many socks is that buying a new pack was easier than finding time to wash the ones I had...used to just about manage to drop suits and shirts in to the dry cleaners. Used to eat at the yard, or takeaway, and frequently slept in my office. But yeah, apart from all that, fine! :)
You made me dinner at your flat when we were dating! It looked all right to me... Were all your socks stuffed in a cupboard?
...no.
My laundry basket had overflowed in such epic proportions, and I only had a few hours to clean the flat to a condition where I thought you wouldn't run away screaming...so I stuffed it all in a spare duvet cover and put it in the boot of my car. And went out and bought actual crockery to eat off. I'd been using aplastic picnic set until then...didn't seem much point in the real stuff. And Bryan had thrown most of my old set at me when I left...at least the plastic was unbreakable.
I had no idea... I was very impressed! You looked like you were doing a lot better than the boys and I were at keeping it all together.
Well..I didn't have a lot of stuff, so I just tidied. It wasn't too horrifically unclean, because I hate that. But I didn't think the stack of washed-out takeaway containers and things were a great impression to give. And needed to change the bedding - never know when you might get lucky ;)
I seem to recall the clean bedding wasn't necessary that night, but I felt extremely lucky anyway.
It wasn't - but it'd been a while since I'd fallen asleep anywhere but my desk or the sofa, so I enjoyed it anyway ;)
Clean sheets are very nice. We ought to go and visit ours.
oh, freshly clean, are they? We should. I'm shattered. I can quite easily fill your day on my first day off...with sleeping.
Sounds pretty good right now.
I'll be off Tues/Weds :)
Hope you're having a nice day.
excellent. :)
Pretty good yeah. How's yours?
Yeah, it's okay. Prepping files for court. My office has papers on every flat surface. And some not-so-flat ones.
Now picturing you covered in papers like a paper yeti. Would you have time to get coffee in a bit?
I am!
I definitely have time, yes, you lifesaver.
Excellent. I'll text you when we get there, should be fairly soon.
There's STILL NO SNOW.
No...but you did just have a hot chocolate larger than your entire body's capacity, with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles and marshmallows and cherry sauce....which you wouldn't have been able to do if it had snowed and you couldn't have come to see me. So swings and roundabouts, kiddo.
I thought snow was predicted for Monday? In which case it could still happen!
hot chocolate Sherlock? how lovely :-)
We have a bit of snow right now :-) this is not me trying to make you jealous though this is me trying to tell you that the snow has hit the north and is supposed to head south so you hopefully will have some tomorrow maybe even when you wake up :-)
I hope everyone's had a good afternoon.
I hope there's loads in the morning and no school
Good luck, Sherlock, I hope you get it!
What are you doing now? Did you do anything fun today (besides having a humongous fancy hot chocolate!)? :)
We went for a walk and bought some food and I got new jeans and John bought Jelly Babies but he's eaten them all now and Mrs Hudson mended the rip in my old jeans and now we're waiting for Lestrade to get home.
I'm on the way!
New jeans are nice. :) Mended is good, too--my grandmother use to mends rips in our clothes, I thought it was so fascinating, and she taught me how.
The cheese with leaves John put up a photo of is interesting--do you know what kind of cheese it is?
I hope you're home Greg and that it now snows the perfect amount for Sherlock to have fun and for everyone still to be able to do what they need to tomorrow :-)
Have a great evening.
I wouldn't say no to staying at home tomorrow.
Know when you're so tired even breathing feels like an effort?
(Obviously I won't get a day at home...but still. I can dream!)
I'm sorry you're so tired :-( I hope an early night and a successful sleep lies ahead :-)
Maybe lots of snow tommorrow night for a fun Tuesday at home? :-)
I have something that might help...
All right, not true. It might wake you up though...
RR - it was some sort of goat's cheese.
AnonyBob - That would be ideal. The sleep and the snow!
Danger - what?
Nicky sent me a picture. :)
Oh God. Whatever it is, she photoshopped it. Or something. I'm certain I didn't do that/wasn't ever there/haven't ever worn that.
Um...well, my hair does tend to wear me, I think. I mean, I have no control over it. Whatever it's done, it should take the blame for it.
I seem to remember you said you deliberately sought out this particular thing your hair did though...
I...sometimes, you know, my hair actually controls my brain, too? You know, being where it is.. (that is the hair we're discussing, right? The stuff on my head. Because...well, there are some things my sister really should not have.)
(Thank you, John--it looks very cool in the leaves. :))
*trying not to interrupt much more interesting conversation in progress*
Lestrade - you have photos of... um, your very personal grooming? Blimey.
John - If you're looking for extra work that fits in with your current commitments, would Mrs H be able to help?
L - I am seconding Nameless's question.
Also the picture has been posted.
Nameless - she might, yeah. She's sort of hinted vaguely in that direction, but I suspect the sort of work she'd have doing might make people nervous.
No, I most certainly don't 'have' them. But others...might. And if they do...well, as already mentioned, my sister most definitely shouldn't! (And no all 'very' personal.)
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