i should actually make a post about london
but i think for now it can be summed up in two quotations:
Our friend P: I’m just checking, right, Sherlock Holmes wasn’t a real person, was he?
Everyone else: You thought the best time to ask this was outside the Sherlock Holmes museum?
Me: I don’t know what she’s worrying about, I don’t think anyone’s going to be looking at her socks, she’s with someone wearing gold trousers.
bucketsofsnow: Oh, oh yeah, you are. I didn’t even notice! If it was someone else I’d be like ‘that’s weird, they’re wearing gold jeans’, but when it’s you it was just…… you.
Me: That is amazing.
I’m really sad that we had the opportunity to convince someone that Sherlock Holmes was real and we missed it.
Well, my flat currently has dubiously-functioning plumbing and internet, so it’s clearly time to flee to the continent. Tomorrow I’m going to Vienna for a week (YAY) and then I’m photographing my friend’s wedding (HELP) and then hanging out with the lovely nata and postcard in London (YAY AGAIN)! After which I will hopefully reappear here, equipped with actual internet and some nice pictures of Vienna. See you all soon!