(God. I can't see Sherlock forgiving him before Doomsday - poor Mycroft. Realpolitik can really bite you in the arse, if you forgive my own flippant phrase.)

(It's deflated a bit, thanks! Not much pain, but I wish I wasn't housebound when the weather is so hot and there's a swimming pool only two streets away. Oh well. Time to get back to the WIPs, I guess. Hope everything's going well for you - and someone was asking after "The Waiting Room" on the Searching Post btw.)