cute enough to shoot you down

1. Notice that he seems to be squinting a lot whenever he reads or has his nose buried in his sketchbook.


2. Trick him into going to have his eyes examined, because the ban on hospitals also extends to everything that isn't the surgery, apparently.


3. Point out that he's thirty-six and these things happen as people get older.

I don't know where he is right now. Avoiding me, at any rate. I'll try to post pictures when he gets his new frames in. :P

When he wakes you up at 2am by banging shit around in the kitchen because he's lost something. Apparently the logical place to look was in with the pots and pans.


I will never understand what goes on in that man's head.

Everyone's getting sick, life at the surgery is insane, and I barely have time to breathe. I suppose I should be glad that people are coming to us for their sniffles instead of clogging up A+E, but still, there's not much I can do for a runny nose. At least it's not as bad as the year everyone and their mother's donkey thought they were going to die of swine flu. We still get people like that a couple times a day, which is pretty normal, but jeez. That winter was horrible.

Speaking of being sick, I have a very miserable consulting_detective on the sofa right now. He's not as irritating as you might think when he gets sick. Mostly he's just been asleep, but he can get pretty noisy when he's actually awake. This does create a problem for me though, since I have to be in Wimbledon tomorrow until pretty late. Anyone mind stopping by some time in the afternoon to make sure S gets something to eat and isn't running a fever and all that stuff? He doesn't need to be babysat or anything; just with how much he's been sleeping, he probably won't be awake long enough to make himself some soup or something.

OK. Well. Thanks for the concern, everyone. I didn't see the emails, all 726 of them, earlier because I was a bit busy doing some very NSFW things with S.

Who is fine, by the way. We're sorry if he scared anyone. But I assure you, he's doing well. I'm actually watching him do something mad to a hair dryer as I type this up.

No, actually. They're not my choices. They're S's choices. Because he's the idiot who chose to go let himself into Bill's last night, and then leave after making a huge mess in the kitchen.

And now he's sulking because Bill made him go back there today and clean it up. You know, I didn't even know S knew how to do the washing up. I might have to do something with this new information.

Have a happy one, to those who are having them this week!

Specifically Mike and S. Mike's was earlier this week, but it was in the week, so we've not got round to actually doing anything. As it is, it's looking like we might do a double thing for it tomorrow, since it's S' birthday then.

Yes, I kid you not, tomorrow is S' birthday. Some of you will know why I'm laughing. I'm not sure what we're doing yet, so someone throw plans at us! We're both kind of sick of travelling, so staying in London is the only plan.

Other than that, what's going on? I'm still swamped at the surgery and haven't been around much. I feel like I'm missing everything.

Always the most hectic time of the year for me. It's like all the everything conspires to make sure that I don't have five minutes to myself.

The surgery has been a madhouse ever since October. A lot of sniffles, a few cases of pneumonia, and even one H1N1. I'm glad S and I got those few weeks in France last month. I needed it. Badly.

Speaking of S, I haven't really seen much of him lately either. Mainly because I'm fuck-off busy with everything, but he seems to have something going on right now as well.

Harry, what are our Christmas plans? I've been invited out to Chipping Norton again, and I haven't heard much from Mum and Dad. I'll try calling tonight. Answer your phone.


Also, all the new releases lately. Doctor Who on Christmas, Sherlock Holmes is already out (I probably won't get to see it until January, though. :X ), Series 2 on the 1st, and what looks like some new Treasure Island thing with Eddie Izzard coming out on the 1st as well (or maybe Boxing Day; I can't remember). To be honest, I was too busy watching RDJ and Jude Law flirt all over the Graham Norton show to really be able to remember what Izzard was saying about his project. Whoops.


Uhmmmm... That's it, I think. I'll try to post more often. And try to get some more time to actually post. I couldn't even do Holmestice this go round, which was sad. Oh well.

Not a whole lot going on lately, I'm happy to report. Well, aside from a bit of idiocy the other night, but that's all been taken care of.

Well, some things have been going on. Things I'm only allowed to blog about under F-lock. I'm watching Sherlock on the floor, playing with his cat, (probably) arguing with someone on the internet, and drawing all at the same time. The king of multi-tasking, right there, people.

There's been a bit of progress lately. Negotiations to get there were tough, but we worked it out. Basically, I cannot tell him to go to bed anymore. I don't know if this is indefinite or just until he decides he's done with the new experiment though. Calling it an experiment did get him more keen to try, though. What I'm talking about is the whole issue with red. We've still not quite got that far, but I am pleased to report that at 35 years old, the man has eaten his first apple. I'm not sure if he liked it, but there you go. It's a slow process, but my hope is that maybe with a better diet, his sleep patterns might mellow out naturally.

In other big news, and related to the first bit of this entry, he more or less broke into mscontrarymary's flat the other day to make himself a bacon sandwich. It sounds ridiculous, but he did. And ignoring the breaking in part (still don't know what goes through his head when he does that), it's actually a good thing. It takes him a long time to get to the point where he'll trust someone else's kitchen (he ate nothing but take-away from the same three restaurants for the first three months we were together). So progress all over, I'm quite pleased to report.


Not really related to any of this, a few months ago, ssarah_s suggested that I take Sherlock on holiday for a bit. With my schedule finally mellowing out a bit, I'm doing just that. We'll be spending the second half of November in France, where Sherlock has some family. I'm not actually sure where in France, and we probably won't be with them the whole time anyway. So, we'll be offline for that time. Or, I'll be offline, and he'll probably be glued to his phone the whole time. Like the brat he is.

While we're gone, does anyone want to take care of Maurice? I'm not sure I want him skulking around here for two weeks while we're gone.

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Possible breakthrough in AIDS vaccine!

Here's hoping for breakthroughs on a cure, next.

Well, today was... interesting. I think that's a good adjective in light of everything. Like I said earlier, it was decided that it was time I met S' family today. I wasn't the only person who was made to go meet the parents (well, parent. It's only Mrs Holmes that's around these days). I guess my_croft or just_a_brolly or whatever he's calling himself these days is seeing someone as well, and he brought her along to lunch. She was sweet. That's another good adjective, I think. And the first person I've met since dating S that didn't make the same joke or ask the same question I hear every time we meet someone new. So that was refreshing.

I'm screwing up my narrative. Let me start over.

Birthday. Meeting S' mum. Right. Well, his brother came to pick us up, because their mum lives out in Chipping Norton, and that would have been one hell of a cab fare and I guess trains out to that direction are a pain. The ride there was misery. I think I'd have rather paid for a cab. S doesn't get on with that brother, as we all know, and we all wound up in the same car together for about an hour. I spent most of the ride practising bad habits I picked up off of S somewhere along the way and just messed around with my phone. I felt kind of bad, but wasn't sure what else to do in a completely silent car.

His mum's pretty much how I expected her to be. Charming, nice, intimidating as all hell. Sorry, S, but your mum can be a bit scary. Also, I did not know that they're French. Or 'a bit French,' as S put it (I guess their dad was English, but that's just a stab in the dark on my part, actually. Either that, or they've all put a lot of work into it).

Things went about as well as could be imagined. Everyone started off civil enough, but you can't put those three on the same website without war being declared. All around the same table was almost the front lines all over again. I'm not going to repeat what was said, partially because I'm trying to maintain the illusion that their swapping between languages confused me (come on, guys. I travel a lot more than the average person. Did you really think that would work?), but mostly because I was trying to block it out by talking to Kitty. That's the other person who was brought along today. She's very obviously new, because she didn't seem to have ever witnessed a Holmes Family Feud before. I really hope it didn't scare her off, though.

After things calmed down, I guess Kitty tried to break the tension by asking where they all got their names from. That went over... well, really badly, actually, and just started everything up again. Things didn't last very long after that. I'm almost dreading Christmas. Also morbidly curious.


Bill came over for a bit after we got home and I got S settled again. It's always a bit of a task after he and his brother are in the same room for any amount of time, but he was still wound tight as a drum when Bill got here, and he's still been really quiet all evening. I finally got some toast into him at least, which is the first thing he's touched since yesterday. I was really glad to see that his mum handles him so well for that matter. I have to admit, I was a bit worried that going out there for lunch would be a disaster since breakfast was just not on this morning. But she just let him be.

No dog tracks to report today. Or spilt paint. Or mysteriously vanishing or appearing pets. Bill's gone home now and S is back to his video game, being annoyed at some sort of endman or something. I don't know. One of these days I'm going to wake up and he's going to be make of pixels or something. I swear. I'm still annoyed at whoever put him onto that thing, but I have to be honest, it's been a bit of a godsend today. He needs the distraction, and that seems to do the trick.