Holiday time!

So, currently, myself and the family are in Ireland~. Because I wanted to be for Valentine's Day (it's stupid, but I can use it to my advantage).

And I'm blogging while Handsome's sorting through his clothes and whatever else he brought. It seems to consist of only clothes. A lot of coats. I'll have Mooncake destroy the majority of them later~. I told him, repeatedly, that it's colder in England, but he refused to listen. So I'll just punish him and kill his clothes.

In other news~.. Handsome's little cookie of a personal assistant is so -annoying-. We're not getting on well. At all. She refuses to be nice to me. So I'm going to complain and make him tell her to be. He wouldn't approve of me shooting her, unfortunately.

Meanwhile~.. My youngest son is probably the most loved child I've ever had. Which is surprising, because really I didn't think I would care much for him. Only I do. When a child will only ever cling to you, wear your hats, and wear your scarves .. It becomes apparent that there's a father-son relationship here. Although I do know that my little Cupcake is attention-seeking and uses me to his advantage, but that's just the Moriarty in him~.

And I'm bored of this blogging right now. I have a bath to run and a fiancé to seduce.

Ciao~.

"Urgent"

Ha. Hardly.

I received a phone call from Ireland at three in the morning today. Apparently, my mother is in a coma and my elder brother would rather that I stay by her side. He completely ignores the fact that if anyone is wanted by my mother at her side - even when she does not know that they are there - it will most certainly not be me.

It's her own fault, anyway. When she stops pushing me away, taking drugs, verbally abusing me, banning me from the family home, and so on, I will return home to her. Perhaps.

Family problems can be so frustrating here.

In other news, the date with Handsome is soon, Sherlock has a problem of his own, Idiot's being an idiot (shock horror! How different), Brownie is a fool, there's a new Detective Inspector around, my personal - number two - assistant accidentally injured my protégé, and I kissed Snuggles. Did I mention that? I should have opened with that.

Anyway, ciao.

JA.

A Date with Snuggles

In five minutes, I walk in to have a date with Snuggles (John Watson), in a French restaurant. Which is why this is a short update.

I also have a date with Handsome on Tuesday evening, and Handsome returns from Spain tomorrow evening. I'm having a little present sent around for him.

Sherlock had a present this morning as well. As expected, he loved it. I knew he would; Sherlock will never be able to resist a human heart with a rare heart condition.

Ta-ta now, my dears.

James~

A Date with Handsome

So, I have a date tonight. In only ten minutes from the time I post it; however, I'm sat outside in the car (a new black Mercedes-Benz for the evening), typing this whilst I wait for the time to pass.

The date is with the very handsome and mature Mycroft Holmes, of all people. He's flying all the way back to London from Spain, just for me. How sweet of him.

Though he has no idea who I actually am. The texts I sent were anonymous, the reservation name "Adam Acker" is anonymous. But it'll all be perfect. I just know it will. With him not knowing who I truly am, I can withhold certain information, and send out only what I wish him to know. Meanwhile, I know mostly about him. Oh, I have done my research on the middle Holmes brother.

I've never dined at the Gauthier Soho before, but the reviews are stunning, and the menu..! Oh, the food sounds delicious. All very expensive, but my luxury funds are unlimited. I will, of course, be paying, to treat him.

Nothing could possibly go wrong, with the timing and distance.

Most likely, everything will go in my favour, and my advantages will be so much more.

And what makes it all the better? Mycroft even believes that it will be perfect. Aw, he's so sweet at times. Especially to me.

--James.