Birthday time

Got a party. Got my drink. Got a kilt. Time to rock it old school.

Annnd todays reason why I'm late to work.

Helping a nice old lady hand her curtains. Horatio helped! Together, we made a game of it and took pictures for my blog. If I had the video camera, we'd have footage :( Ah well, hanging curtains isn't the height of excitement but its still a good cause. Onwards to work!

Victory for the Carlisle clan

I have conquered the bed for the night! Victory shall be celebrated by eating toast in bed and building a pillow fort. Oh how I missed you my dear bed <3

A polite cease and desist for my new 'roommates'

Dear Sam Tyler. This is my hotel you have stolen and I don't like waking up to seeing you naked. Throws me off a little, especially when I'm half asleep. Same goes for you too, Gene. If this behaviour continues, I will keep taking pictures and uploading them while you sleep. Fortunately, you pull it off well so congrats.

Much love, Detective Inspector Peter Carlisle.

My poor bed sheets :( I miss them dearly.

Random musings of a bored Scot

Some questions I've been pondering while stuck at work:

Do dogs think of time travel?

What's the perfect time to start drinking your coffee?

How exactly does Sherlock get his hair so curly? Is it natural or curlers?

Why has Mycrofts hair never been that curly?

Can I pay someone to do my paperwork or it it illegal?

Is Sam genetically short or is he just unlucky?

Has my DCI hidden my yoyo or was it Horatio? Will I ever get it back?

If I flirt with with the new rather sexy DS will I get done for harassment?

.... Is Gene at home breaking my property again?

Todays reason why I'm late to work

I have a new camera! :D is it a crime to have a play around before work? I already have incriminating footage of Sam and Gene for future blackmail. Next target, Sherls.

Horatio, this'll be fun. We can record each other during work!

The tale of the demon sheep

Glasgow, being my true home, was a common place for my day trips and holidays when I was living in London. I loved everything about Scotland, mainly the food. Ah the breakfast specials. You can never find food quite as nice anywhere else in this world.

Well regardless, taking Sherlock, Sam and Gene off with me to see the sheep in the fields? Big mistake.

Deciding it was a great experience while drunk? Big mistake.

Hopping over the fence to have a better look? Big mistake.

Needless to say, sheep can get surprisingly touchy and the whole thing ended with a sheep trying to graze on my hair and licking the back of my head. If it wasn't for Gene scaring it off, I would of been devoured!

 

Say whatever you will, I'm sure they were evil murderous sheep. They even went for Sammy afterwards during which we ran for our lives.