baggage handling

After lunch, L took me on a mystery tour of London. He said we were going to pick up one of my birthday presents...somewhere. I was surprised he didn't want me on the back of his bike so he wouldn't have to give me directions, but as it turned out, my bike was a necessary part of the proceedings, because I was getting real, rain-proof, lockable luggage for it: 

Obviously it looks better on my bike (because it's my bike), but this gives you a general idea. It's all somehow coded (magnetically? Electronically? Magically?) to open with my ignition key, which is amazing - how do criminals get by these days? Stealing things must be much more complicated - and it all fits perfectly. It's made by BMW so they ought to know how to put things on their own bikes. It'll be perfect for the FME job; I can keep all my things in it and not worry about someone wandering off with them if I turn my back for a minute, and there'll be conferences and so on I'll need to travel for (and Spider fits, I checked, although she does take up almost an entire bag on her own). It's a wonderfully thoughtful gift, and I have an amazing fiancé. 

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On a completely different note, here's the story Sherlock wrote for school a little while ago. He asked me to post it here. 

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Once upon a time (we have to start with that even though it's stupid because I know exactly when but it's part of the assignment and Mycroft said do you have to argue about every little thing and I said YES but I'm doing it anyway because John said it won't kill me and sighed like he does when he's really tired) it was the fifth day of June in 1782 and there was a big plague from a kind of blood sucking insect no one knew about before that lived in grain and came over on a ship from an island in the middle of the ocean and if you got the plague you went mad and danced around and then you started sneezing and all your brains came out your nose and you died.

Everyone in Europe got it and lots and lots of people died and it spread east but didn't get through Russia because there weren't many people there and anyway there were quarantines and also people were too busy sneezing and dancing to really go very far. Also some of them didn't die but instead after they went mad their eyes went all white and they didn't sneeze their brains out but they walked around and ate everything, even things that were alive and even people and even poisonous things so lots of them died but some didn't.

And some people were immune and didn't get the plague at all or got it and got better and some of the people who got better were on a ship and they were pirates. They were all together on their ship which was called Jupiter's Bones when the plague came and they all got it but most of them got better, at least the interesting ones and the other ones got thrown overboard and fed to sharks.

They sailed all around and had lots of adventures and their scientist who was called a natural philosopher got a map from someone saying where the insects came from that carried the plague and they went and found island where no one had been except for the one ship that brought back the plague and the scientist did experiments on the insects and squished out their blood into tubes and separated it and made a cure and the pirates brought it back to London and saved everyone there and obviously everyone in Europe but London first.

And the scientist was a hero and they made him king because the king and everyone had died, but that was boring so he went back on the pirate ship and they sailed away to South America and had lots more adventures that I can't write about now because this is only supposed to be 500 words or less which seemed like a lot when I started but now I've run out.

THE END