cute enough to shoot you down

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 sarah_s and Mrs 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.

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.

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.

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.]

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.

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.

I'm fairly certain that coat is dry-clean only. And that it was neatly folded when I went to bed.

Now it looks like the cat exploded on it. How do you fix this?

Mary and my sister brought over a cat today. A bloody cat. It's a big, fat fucker, too, and it's already shedded all over the place.

She calls it Her Revenge. S calls it Maurice. I call it Free Cat to Good Home.

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

Having a quiet morning in after a day of packing yesterday. We got a lot done, and we may be able to get the big stuff over to the new place sooner than expected. Yay!

Mary showed up earlier than expected, which helped. The promised pizza and drinks were had, everyone got along (why is Mary always on a chair when I get home?), and a few understandings were reached between everybody. So I'm happy. It's nice when everyone gets along and don't require trips to police stations.

We're probably going to just spend the day in. Unless someone decides to unpack everything again, we're pretty close to done. A proper day off sounds good right now.