I'm back at home. London called and who was I to ignore her. Unfortunately I have a load of work to do so I can't do too much but sit in my kitchen, sip tea and read Margery Kemp.

bored411: Thank you, Sherlock and children fascinates me. I'd just love to see him forced to interact with them. I think he'd be awful but still it would be interesting.

Miss Molly: I agree, I think Sherlock really is quite childish which is why I'd love to see him interacting with children. Thanks for the tip, I'll give it a go if it happens again :)

A family Affair

Lunch was more awkward than usual. Heather sat in between John and Sherlock, a mismatch of chairs because there were too many people to fit around the small table and both John and Heather carefully trying to steer conversation away from Sherlock whenever possible. Luckily he seemed compliant for once, although he did nothing to be polite he did very little to be rude, in fact he did very little at all. He ate slowly, carefully, not commenting on any of her mother's self-put-downs. He seemed content to sit and watch the family interact, and Heather didn't know what idea she found scarier, him infuriating her family or him studying them.

Eventually the conversation, as it always did when the youngest Taylor was in the room, turned to Elizabeth's work. "There's a lot more geography in it than people really think." She explained to John, "The meteorological reports are just one part, the rest is so much more complicated, I have to know what effect the weather will have as well, the flood causes, the drought areas. It's all very complicated."

"Don't get carried away Liz, I did geography too remember." David commented.

"Only until A-Level."

"Still, I have a good memory." She smirked and looked up at him over the piece of broccoli speared on her fork.

"Go on then, name me some A-Level Geography."

"I remember something about stones getting caught in little whirl pools."

Heather nodded and hummed in recognition, Elizabeth looked over at her blankly.

"How do you know anything about it? You didn't do geography at all." Heather reddened slightly but kept a straight face.

"I did a lesson in A-level." Elisabeth smiled.

"oooo, one lesson."

"No, a few."

"Why only a few?" Sherlock asked. Rosemary sipped her wine before answering.

"She didn't get on with the teacher."

"What was it called?" David asked, still pondering his lacking knowledge.

Heather was silently getting on with her meal when Elizabeth spoke up.

"Why don't you ask Heather since she knows everything?" The entire family turned and looked at her.

"Clearly she was lying when she implied she knew about Helicoidal flow, so why bother?" Sherlock asked, sending a false smile around the table. John stopped eating and looked up into space, clearly frustrated by Sherlock's lack of tact.

"Helicoidal flow, that's it!" David agreed, breaking the embarrassing silence.

Rosemary changed the subject quickly, moving on to her garden and the yellow roses hanging over the French doors. Heather remained perfectly silent for the rest of the meal.

Home is where the heart is. For Heather and for me. Doesn't mean it's perfect…