Thursday, March 14, 2013

whitstable

L has the day off tomorrow. I asked where he wanted to go, and he said how about Whitstable, and now we both have this song stuck in our heads. Maybe forever.




We will be buying vegetables while we're there, obviously.


Also here's a kiwi.



I had my interview with Dr C today. We might do all right, I think, though we'll see. I still have a couple of interviews to go. He's younger, smarter, and better looking than I am, but he likes my motorcycle, so I'll forgive him. Seems to know his stuff. He had the same instructor as I did for the introductory course and then stayed in Birmingham and had her as his...mentor? Back up? Whatever. So obviously he learned a lot from that. 

Sherlock's still in a mood over Mrs N not thinking he's perfect, and still having his cast on, and...oh, everything. Including L and having fun tomorrow without him. We'll have to do something nice this weekend, and maybe we can go and see Mycroft - who only has one more week of school and then he's home until mid-April. Sherlock should be out of his cast soon, so maybe all four of can go somewhere on the bikes, at least overnight. Maybe Whitstable... 

Lastly, crocuses:


31 comments:

ro said...

... And now I'm earwormed! That song is ridiculously catchy. I remember the first time I ever saw Peter Cushing - last day of school one year in primary school they played one of his Doctor Who movies for us.

Kute Kiwi!

Greg Lestrade said...

It's terribly catchy, yeah. We will be singing it all day.

Small Hobbit said...

On the positive side, the fact that Sherlock cares what Mrs N thinks about him shows that he values her opinion. If he didn't it wouldn't bother him.

pandabob said...

Great news about your interview John I'm glad things are looking positive for you :-)

Enjoy your day out.

Anonymous said...

I didn't know that song and now I am doomed.

The interview sounds like it went very well. The process of talking to so many people before you choose a mentor strikes me as a good way to get a bunch of anecdotal "experience" from different angles. I wish I'd had that chance -- when I started I was assigned a mentor. She was brilliant, and I still contact her now and then even though she's retired. But some of her contemporaries were also quite brilliant, and I would have liked to hear their views at the outset too.

For some reason, I keep trying to see a secret message in the crocus picture.

Hope Sherlock's less grumpy today!

rsf

Greg Lestrade said...

RSF - but surely you could still have talked to other people, even if they weren't your mentor? I picked everyone's brains I could when I shifted to CID.

And, folks, just thought I'd mention that I have a fantastic boyfriend ;)

Small Hobbit said...

Anything specific or just in general?

pandabob said...

That is an agreed fact Greg but why, specifically, are we being reminded of it? ;-)

Greg Lestrade said...

I dunno, just enjoying being on an adventure with him. Thinking about how great he's made my life - him and the boys.

pandabob said...

how lovely :-) you've made a wonderful life together for the four of you :-)

REReader said...

So is everyone back now?

Did they bring back any interesting vegetables, Sherlock?

Greg Lestrade said...

I've just noticed that my boyfriend - amazing though he is - has twice put 'Whistable not Whitstable in this post.

Sherlock has given him 3/10 and told him to write 'Peter Cushing Lives in Whitstable' 100 times.

I have no idea where he got that punishment from, given that his school never give anyone lines...

He tried to be grumpy with us when we picked him up, but rapidly failed because we brought him back a present, and told him we could do mango eggs tomorrow, as I finally managed to have enough brain to order everything...

So he's now a far happier small boy. And told us proudly that he'd let Martin AND Theo share his pens today. Not that they are his pens - they're the school pens - but y'know, it's the thought...

pandabob said...

great job Sherlock :-) you really are doing a good job of working on Mrs N's suggestions and I bet you made the people you shared with feel really happy as well :-)

I still have no idea what Mango eggs are (I know that must be because I'm stupid because you've talked about them a lot) but have fun making them :-)

REReader said...

Presents are lovely. Getting to do something you've been waiting to do is even nicer.

And told us proudly that he'd let Martin AND Theo share his pens today.

^^Best! (Both the doing it and the being proud about it.) :)


What did they bring you from Whitstable, Sherlock?

John H. D. Watson said...

L - I still say he wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't pointed it out...

Sherlock said...

I WOULD

Greg Lestrade said...

I believe the boy :)

Sherlock said...

I got shells. I'm going to put them up in my room with my other ones.

AND we had bangers and mash and beans and I like it except Lestrade made gravy for his and that's not as good as beans.

REReader said...

Shells are a really good present, they're all different.

And it sounds like a really great dinner! (I like beans, too. Green beans?)

Sherlock said...

no baked beans we don't have them very often except I always have them if I get school dinners because they're nice but usually I have packed lunch.

REReader said...

Ooh, yumm! That's a good thing to make an exception to packed lunches for. Usually packed lunches are better--or at least, that was true in my school. I used to only have school lunch when they had pizza. (They didn't ever have baked beans that I recall.)

Kestrel337 said...

Seems like you might be in a better mood, Sherlock. I hope so; it's no fun to be grouchy even if you have an understandable cause.

I like baked beans too, but I'd much rather have gravy on my mashed potatoes. I assume that's what mash is, not...well, my Mom made mashed turnips once. Didn't fool anybody. Eugh.
(I think I used to know what 'bangers' are but not anymore)

Small Hobbit said...

Bangers = sausages, mash is indeed mashed potato and baked beans - staple meal, and the only way I like baked beans.

Greg Lestrade said...

AnonyBob - you're really not stupid. Mango eggs are so complicated I'm not sure I can explain... Basically, you make an 'egg' out of yellow mango and white yoghurt, by employing some sciencey-stuff that stops it all just being a messy blob, and helps form the 'egg' shape.

It may well be a disaster...

Anonymous said...

Bangers and mash, a great comfort food :-)

pandabob said...

Well after that explanation I don't really feel stupid any more just really really curious ;-)

sciencey stuff is great as are bangers and mash :-)

Anonymous said...

L, I did end up talking to most of the older librarians over time, but it took years, really, to get to know them when all you ever had a chance to see them was (and is!) one meeting a month. It's a large system and most of us work in different buildings from people with the same jobs.

Mango eggs have had me curious for quite a while now. Is there a weblink that explains how to do them? And can they be made with something other than mango? I'm not terribly fond of mangos.

Bangers and mash, however, is a lovely meal, especially with beans. One of the good things about Boston is all of the Irish or mostly Irish pubs and restaurants around that will serve you things like that.

rsf

Greg Lestrade said...

I'm not sure how well they work with mango yet, let alone not-mango !

Avyncentia said...

I just discovered this blog and was going to write about how much I love it, but then you had to ruin my life with "Peter Cushing Lives in Whitstable." How am I ever supposed to write my thesis now that I have that song stuck in my head?

John H. D. Watson said...

Ha, sorry about that. Er...write your thesis on Peter Cushing and/or Whitstable? ;)

Unknown said...

I have been to Whitstable! When I went to Kent in '09 with some of my morris lads, we went to the Dead Horse Ale there, as guests of the Oyster men & women (a joint side, really nice people and great dancers) Didn't see Peter Cushing, but did see lots of different teams dancing, plus in the parade at the end of the day, an oyster cart pulled by a dog.
S

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