The game is...on

When lockdown happened in the UK it happened very suddenly. At the law firm I work at, our office building emptied overnight when everyone was told to work from home. No time to clear our desks, no time to bring office plants home.

Fast forward three and a half months - everyone assumes that their plants are dead.

But then! An email goes round! It’s turns out that one of our security guards is a florist, and -

-the security team has moved EVERY SINGLE PLANT from all 12 FLOORS of our office building into the cafeteria. It’s been turned into a temporary greenhouse. Cacti and succulents and spider plants and terrariums and potted ferns

AND! Each plant has been INDIVIDUALLY LABELLED by hand with post-it notes with name and desk location so the plants can go home after lockdown ends

To give some indication of the scale of the endeavour:

If you zoom into the centre right photo you can see one of our security team happily waving

A new fic for Mystrade Monday. “Under My Umbrella” is based off of this prompt from @thegameissomething : “It was Greg who proposed, he wrote will you marry me? on the underside of Mycroft’s umbrella. It was over a week before it finally rained and Mycroft said yes.“ I put a bit of a twist on it. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26207653

I wasn’t sure I’d be able to incorporate the Mystrade Monday prompt from @mystradepromptsandscenarios but I managed to work it in when they started talking about Sherlock. 

Happy Silver Fox Saturday!

Oh, I don’t know what this feeling is.

Is it God or is it me?