Mother called awhile ago. She requested to see both Mycroft and I for a belated Christmas dinner tomorrow evening. I informed her I wouldn’t come without my flatmate, and, presuming Mycroft will be bringing a certain D.I. with him, many indelicate conversations are soon to come.

Knowing my mother, John and I will be asked to stay there for the night.

We’ll try to answer asks while we’re there, but we wanted to tell you all before it happens. I’m sure we’ll keep you updated on all the events. Having dinner with Lestrade and Mycroft (along with Mrs. Holmes) shall be quite the evening.

I’ll try not to shoot myself in the process.

The gun stays at home.

Or so you will think.

SH & JW