''Hectic.''

I arrived back from Spain two days ago, yet this is the first opportunity I've had to update this blog.
Amongst various Governmental situations and problems I've been dealing with, I returned home to receive a rather worrying text from Doctor Watson concerning the health of my brother. He stated that I'd been as immature as Sherlock was, and that he couldn't believe that someone working for the British Government could be as stupid to agree to such a ''illegal'' act.

Feeling he would need a little space to calm down, I decided to pay Detective Inspector Lestrade a little visit. Or he visited me, either way. I wished to discuss the situation of House Arrest, concerning my brother and a few more eyes around the place could never hurt. We may as well face it.

I visited our eldest brother yesterday at five PM exactly, though the less said about that, the better I'd think.
Later today I'm dining with the Mr James Ardan, once again. See if I can bring any more light to the table as to his true identity, if not, I dare say I shall enjoy the company.

As for the now, I'm off to the land of Bedfordshire for a rest before work in the morning.

Oh, and the truffles were divine.

~Mycroft Holmes.