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  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
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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.
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omg Can this day be over yet? Please?

Because I work for the NHS, in a position where new advancements in medical technology and practises affect my job, I just got to spend the last 12 hours listening to some guy with the world's worst lisp talk about a new procedure for something so rare and obscure, most people will hear about it from House and/or Casualty within the next six months (assuming they haven't already. I don't actually watch either of those. All the inaccuracies, I tell you. ALL OF THEM).

Anyway, that's why I was down in Wimbledon today. I figured, S is sick, he's probably not been up to much, and since I've had all my jabs for the year, having a cuddle wouldn't actually be the most risky thing I've done all day. And he's sick enough that he might have even let me get away with it.

I'm not in the mood for a cuddle. I don't know what [personal profile] sarah_s and Mrs [personal profile] not_thatbill did when they came over to check on S, but the bedroom looks like a bloody warzone happened in a Tesco's aisle.

I suppose I should have known something was up when Sarah called me for advice. I really didn't think making some tea and toast would have been that big of a job, but apparently it was!

Seriously. Why is there jam on the carpet? That shit is never coming out. There's soup there as well. And the bed is full of crumbs. What did he do? Sleep in the toast? Actually, don't answer that. I don't want to know. The kitchen's a disaster as well, which I know, it wasn't great when I left this morning, but I'm pretty sure I didn't leave the milk lying open (and on its side!) on the table.


I swear to god, he's like dating a two-year-old sometimes.
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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 [personal profile] 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.
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He's nailed one of them to the wall, you know. How you could have not seen that coming is beyond me.
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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.
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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 [livejournal.com profile] 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, [livejournal.com profile] 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.

*[ooc: Commenting enabled; locked for plot reasons]
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How can a person go their entire life without having ever eaten an apple? It just seems like such a basic staple of everything, and he's never had one.

This came about yesterday when I'd impulse-bought a few at the supermarket (green, for the record).

I'm trying to talk him into trying one, but he's the most stubborn man on the planet and I don't want to push.

*[ooc: You know the drill. Commenting open, but F-locked for plot reasons.]
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Woke up to find the curtains in the bath. This is not recommended treatment for them. I'm not sure I want to know what he was doing while I was asleep.


I guess it's good to know that he's feeling better. Don't know why he had to celebrate with the curtains.
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I took S out for a late breakfast this morning, because I'm not really sure what he does when I'm in bed, but it doesn't seem like he eats anything. I have to admit, he worries me like that sometimes, but I'm not sure what all I can do. It's not like he refuses to eat, though. He just forgets.

We came back to find someone had been in the house. We know this because all S' pants and trousers have gone missing. Not that he minds laying around in his dressing gown all day. In fact, I think he was happy for the excuse.

A few hours later, someone came round, and then screamed and ran away. I wonder who that was*. It probably didn't help that S got the door. Naked, from what I can tell. Why is he such a brat? Why are you all such brats?


*No, actually. I really don't, because I am capable of checking my phone's text message log, you know.
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I came home today to find the front room full of garden gnomes and a six-foot termite boring holes in the wall. At least the gnomes are gone and the holes all confined to S' room.

The gnomes in our back garden are also gone. Finally. I'm not sure if they all belonged to the same person, or if the bloke who came to get the ones piled up in our flat just has a serious gnome fetish and wanted those as well. Either way, no more gnomes. I've also confiscated the drill, so there should be no more holes. The last thing we need is for S to hit an electrical line or something.

Well

Aug. 11th, 2011 09:04 am
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Had an interesting day yesterday. Didn't even get a chance to get online, it was that sort of day.

Woke up to S in a rare clingy mood, which I took advantage of until going to work. And then I was plagued by a never-ending stream of texts. He's been going a bit stir-crazy with all the stuff going on lately, and going out hasn't exactly been safe. At least he has a new book to read at least, which he seems to be enjoying (I guess this means you won the bet, Mary).

I finally met his brother yesterday. Not [livejournal.com profile] my_croft, but the other one. [livejournal.com profile] spelt_with_a_g. Yesterday was a bit of a big deal for S, so we got taken out for dinner. Place was a bit posh and not the sort of place I'll ever really look like I belong, but I think they must go there fairly often because they let S in wearing a t-shirt. Well, not just a t-shirt. He had a nice jacket on over it, but still. He's such a brat.

Anyway, dinner was nice. It's good to see that S has someone else he gets on with. And get on they do. So I guess that's less to be worried about. Now I can stay focused on the new stain I found on the carpet this morning. What is bright blue, oily, and smears about when you try to clean it up? Because I tried, and only made a bigger mess. D:
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Strange sort of day today. Got up and went to work like normal.

And it stayed relatively normal, for a given definition of the word. I wasn't expecting S to show up, though. He came in with one of his moods on and just sat in the waiting room for about an hour. I'm guessing he fought with someone, but I don't know with who or over what, because by the time I finally had a break, he was gone again, and no-one saw him leave.


If anyone sees him, could you send him home please? Thanks
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We went over to Bill's last night to watch Shaun of the Dead with everyone. It was a lot of fun. It'd been a while since I'd seen that one, and I'd forgotten how intense the zombie part of that one is (oh, Barbara).

We wound up staying the night, because S fell asleep and is ridiculously hard to wake once he does. But I guess that's what happens when you hardly ever sleep. He gets every minute out of it when he does finally get there.

This morning was interesting and I'm still wishing my friends could just get along. :/


Rest of the day was pretty normal. Listened to people's health complaints and came home to pack. The extra bedroom at the new place is already making a difference, since most of the stuff we're moving belongs to S. When am I ever going to use an eight-foot-squared canvas?
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Home after a hellish day at the surgery. What is it with people who know there's something wrong with them, and then wait until the something wrong grows to the size of a melon before seeking help? Jesus, people.

We've been really busy packing and slowly moving stuff over to the new place. If I managed to forget to give you our new address, let me know. I'm not mass-texting it because I don't know how.


Any friends of S' reading this: he may be a bit sporadic in his net usage. On top of all the moving, something seems to have happened with a friend of his or something. Whatever it is, it's put him in a bit of a mood.


OH. Pub night! I knew I'd forgot something. It was pretty ordinary, as pub nights go. Tony's still a prick and tried to take our table again, but we set him right with the help of a couple of new guys to the quiz. They seemed pretty all right. One of them was former military and served in Iraq. He and his boyfriend joined our team, which was a bit unfair to them, because it means they came pretty close to last on their first night. haha sorry, guys. We told you we suck.

We may be seeing more of them at the quiz. Hopefully we do. They seemed to be just as annoyed at Tony as the rest of us.
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Been a few days since I posted. Sorry about that, there's a lot going on.

Signed the paperwork on the new place. Did I mention that? I might have done. It was a while ago, and I can't remember.

Went out to have drinks with Sarah for the first time in, oh god. I don't even know. Does forever count? I'm saying forever. It felt that way. Anyway, that was a lot of fun. Had some drinks, talked a bit. Possibly planned a trip to Paris after S and I are done moving. I also may have forgotten to bring that up with him. My mind is sort of fried right now.

NEWS ON THE MISSING DOG: It was in my basement. S put it there. In one of his lapses of judgement, he thought he was doing Bill a favour by bringing the dog home. Apparently it got out, and is the size of a horse, so S had no real way of putting it back in. It's probably what I would have done as well, but with the added step of letting Bill know what had happened. But the dog is safe and Bill and Millie are happy.

Pub quiz tonight. Just waiting on Bill to get over here, as usual. More on that later.


I also may have gone to see Harry Potter with Amanda and her son. Shut up, I like it.

Progress!

Jul. 12th, 2011 10:41 pm
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We signed the paperwork on the new place today. I think we'll probably start moving this weekend, and just take our time with it, and then use our notice period to clean up this place and attempt to get my deposit back. I'll make sure everyone gets the new address sometime this week.

Also, Mary stopped by yesterday. OK, she came by because I asked her to. We talked and things are good. Like most things, everything that happened over the weekend was just the result of a massive communication breakdown. Apologies have been made, but it may still take a while for everything to completely calm down.


On the Minecraft front, I took his laptop cord away. He bought a new one and has now taken to hiding. So, I give up. He'll get bored and/or pass out eventually. I hope.
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I had to put out a few fires today, but that nothing new to the point that it's becoming tedious. It was also one of those days at the surgery. You know the sort. Every sort of 'worst patient' imaginable (yes, even the one I 'treated' over the phone. You know who you are) came through my door today. I thought the day would never end. I think the only way today could have been worse is if I were still in A+E.

But I also come with good news! I think we may have found a flat (thanks, Millie)! S didn't come with to look at it, so it's still in the 'I think' stages. He was too busy trying to convince me (via text, no less) that his wrist had actually been shattered and that the X-Ray and the MRI he had done were wrong. So, he stayed home to get into trouble while I talked to the guy letting the flat. He seems nice. Not like the sort to install secret hidden cameras or anything.

I mentioned S got into trouble. That's the bit you're all wanting to hear, I know. Well, let's just say this: if a certain hair removal product says on its packaging to avoid contact with some rather sensitive areas of one's body, it's a good idea to do as it says (for those wondering, it belonged to an ex, and was left here). But while S doesn't really have a whole lot of body hair to begin with, he now has a lot less. I'm contemplating showing him how to use the PS3, just for something to keep him occupied, but I worry that doing so may just end up in me never seeing him again.
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Went over to Mary's today to see the new cat. I don't know what she's talking about, the little guy's a sweetheart. He tried to hop right up on my lap, but couldn't quite make it, so I had to pick him up. S seemed quite taken with the little guy as well. It wouldn't quite hand feed from him, but I'm not sure if that had more to do with the cat, the cone on the cat's neck, or the brace on S' hand. But it let him pet it as it was eating, so there.

Some time between leaving Mary's and coming home, he managed to 'misplace' his brace. I think he left it in the cab, the brat. He kept complaining that it hurt -- not his wrist, but the actual brace. I guess that's why he doesn't wear a watch? I don't know. I was about to lose my head if I saw him shove one more thing inside it. I've told him that taking it off will only screw up his wrist even more, and his response was that he'll just not fall off any more desks. Which I guess sort of answers the question of what he did to himself in the first place.
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If ever you would like to annoy a [Bad username or site: cons_detective title=consulting_detective @ livejournal.com], an effective way to do so is to sprain his wrist. If you really want to annoy him, make sure it's on his dominant side.

And if you would like to annoy his boyfriend, have him do it at 4am.


He won't tell me what he was doing, which means it was probably the sort of incredibly stupid thing that only a certified genius would think was a good idea. Whatever it was, my desk has been knocked over.

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