The Diogenes Club is preparing for its annual summer gala.
And Mycroft is forcing me along. Anthea has already pestered me about summer wear to the point where she has already bought the clothes herself.
John is utterly amused that I am being pompously decorated and will not stop sniggering in the background.
I have recently bought an all black violin.
It came with an all black bow, the wood and the hair being black.
I’m incredibly thrilled to play it, although it is quite cheaply made, it is a pretty thing. It might be more of an instrument to practise with.
You’re in for a true concert, John.
Don’t be ridiculous. You’re always my little brother. M
That’s all biological though, Mycroft. Don’t be dull.