the play's the thing

Sherlock's class has written and is currently acting/reading a play. I don't know if they mean to do it as a performance or not (I hope so). Apparently Mrs T said they had to base it on an existing play to give it some structure and gave them the general plot of Hamlet.

To give you some idea of how closely they've stuck to the original, Sherlock is playing Ophelia, but instead of drowning himself, he dives into the river and swims up to attack the pirate ship to avenge the death of his father. I think he also rides a moose at some point. I'm afraid the moose may have to go if they actually attempt to perform it.

Also, it's no longer set in Denmark, but in London, leading to the immortal line: Something is rotten in the Thames, you can tell because it stinks really badly right here, I think it's dead fish. The Thames is also the river Sherlophelia dives into. He thinks he should be able to do it for real. His secondary suggestion was that they put it on near the Serpentine and he could dive into that instead.

(L - Sally says you're feeling poorly. Anything I can do to help? Sorry I fell asleep all over you last night; you were very comfortable.)

Oh, and re: the spider discussion going on in the comments, my policy is that if they're in the house, they've got to go, usually via a shoe bottom or rolled up newspaper, so you're all much nicer people than I am. 

practice makes...embarrassment

Rugby practice went all right. On the whole. I'll just quote Lestrade to start with:

Picture the scene - 20 odd cops, practising rugby...

Sherlock swinging around, holding hands with Sal, wearing shorts, t shirt...and his wings. And in a quiet moment he chooses to shout 'when are you all going to KISS, like John and Lestrade do when they play with each other in the park??'

Most of the time I don't think twice about the things he says and it takes L to remind me that it would really be better if he didn't say a lot of them quite so loudly and in public. This one...I was fortunate to have a coating of mud that probably disguised the colours I was turning. Except for the tips of my ears, Mycroft informed me. Thanks, Mycroft. 

L was, of course, also covered in mud, but it looked good on him. (Wait, he'll now accuse me of harbouring secret mud wrestling desires.) 

Anyway, I'm glad, in a way, because it was odd not having anyone but Sally know we were together, and they certainly do now. Now I suspect they're wondering where L was hiding Mycroft and Sherlock all those years. And, according to one conversation I overheard, if Sherlock is a boy or a girl. 

I was going to say more but I forget what it was and also L's both commented and texted to tell me to go to sleep, so I'll give it another go. I have Alice the Spider to keep me company of course, but it's not quite the same. 

malmaison

Just a short post before we leave, with some pictures.

This is where we stayed. It used to be a prison and does still look like one from the outside, but it's much nicer inside now, as the pictures on their site show and mine mostly don't. However, here is the shower, which is very nice indeed: