To my horrible brothers

[spelt_with_a_g]

It's our mother's seventieth birthday on the 24th.

No excuses.

ETA: Significant others not only welcome, but required.

Comments

[consulting_detective]

Where were you when I needed you?

[spelt-with-a-g.livejournal.com]

I'm really sorry. I didn't get your call until after.

[consulting_detective]

It's been taken care of. I've not been killed, and now Mycroft is acting even more strangely than usual.

[spelt-with-a-g.livejournal.com]

I think it's love. God save us.

[consulting_detective]

Oh, good lord. May I be excused from the festivities? I may be sick at the sight of some of the guests.

[spelt-with-a-g.livejournal.com]

No. We all have to suffer together.

[consulting_detective]

You realise that the sight of him actually with someone will only get Mother pestering you about it again.

[just-a-brolly.livejournal.com]

One can only hope.

[consulting_detective]

You're the one she's going to be bothering for grandchildren. What are you so happy about?

[spelt-with-a-g.livejournal.com]

Adoption?

[consulting_detective]

Would you really want someone like me in charge of the well being of a child, or have you actually gone senile?

[spelt-with-a-g.livejournal.com]

Actually, I think you'd make a rather good father.

[consulting_detective]

Whatever.

[spelt-with-a-g.livejournal.com]

I am quite serious.

[consulting_detective]

So am I.

[just-a-brolly.livejournal.com]

Shut up.