And The Winner Is
The Moff, apparently.
Sorry about the belayed post everyone, I was having a row with the Board about several of the brats who had dropped my class and proceeded to whine to trustees about how I was cruel and unusual in my 'how do you know know secondary-school biology' ways. One of them is the son of God apparently, so letters of 'apology' were written. Let's just say I think you may have been proud, or at least amused, S. :p
Bill came by with Millie on Friday. The girls dominated as always. Bill and I washing dishes and keeping the dogs amused, etc etc. The usual really. Good times.
Saturday, the Great Game at Mary's house. Couch space! My goodness, Mary, your couch. It is so much better than the old one ;)
I'll make this quick, because you've no doubt been reading nothing but reaction posts in the last day. So.
Nice to see Lestrade back. I'm fond of the way Graves plays him, I must say. All subtly-annoyed and mostly just used to everything.
Donovan getting less abrasive and more... more. haha.
Red Herring to the max, there, with Adler.
The several little cases!
As always, nice winks to canon. I quite enjoyed Mycroft in this one. I really quite did. A lot. I may be developing a belayed crush on Gatiss. You may tell my wife, but nobody tell his husband!
Speaking of which, Sherlock's violin. haha.
Again with the strangling! I'm beginning to think someone has a fetish! Alright, writers, time to own up.
Jim did start quite early, quite early indeed. Sherlock as well. Oh dear.
As for the pool: exercises in homoeroticism anyone? They say it out loud!
Who else is fancying the primary sniper being Moran? Because I know I was.
And for the end: HA. HAHAHAHA. HAHAHAHA. YELLING ALL AROUND ME IT WAS HILARIOUS. HAHAHAHA.
But really. Far too soon to be Reichenback. I'm siding with S on this one.
And therefore: So. John. When's for swimming then? ;)
Sorry about the belayed post everyone, I was having a row with the Board about several of the brats who had dropped my class and proceeded to whine to trustees about how I was cruel and unusual in my 'how do you know know secondary-school biology' ways. One of them is the son of God apparently, so letters of 'apology' were written. Let's just say I think you may have been proud, or at least amused, S. :p
Bill came by with Millie on Friday. The girls dominated as always. Bill and I washing dishes and keeping the dogs amused, etc etc. The usual really. Good times.
Saturday, the Great Game at Mary's house. Couch space! My goodness, Mary, your couch. It is so much better than the old one ;)
I'll make this quick, because you've no doubt been reading nothing but reaction posts in the last day. So.
Nice to see Lestrade back. I'm fond of the way Graves plays him, I must say. All subtly-annoyed and mostly just used to everything.
Donovan getting less abrasive and more... more. haha.
Red Herring to the max, there, with Adler.
The several little cases!
As always, nice winks to canon. I quite enjoyed Mycroft in this one. I really quite did. A lot. I may be developing a belayed crush on Gatiss. You may tell my wife, but nobody tell his husband!
Speaking of which, Sherlock's violin. haha.
Again with the strangling! I'm beginning to think someone has a fetish! Alright, writers, time to own up.
Jim did start quite early, quite early indeed. Sherlock as well. Oh dear.
As for the pool: exercises in homoeroticism anyone? They say it out loud!
Who else is fancying the primary sniper being Moran? Because I know I was.
And for the end: HA. HAHAHAHA. HAHAHAHA. YELLING ALL AROUND ME IT WAS HILARIOUS. HAHAHAHA.
But really. Far too soon to be Reichenback. I'm siding with S on this one.
And therefore: So. John. When's for swimming then? ;)