So yeah, about that last post. Sorry folks, I was having some issues there. However going the tavern with Sherlock is an experience that just can't be beat. Needless to say, we survived, solved a few cases, and then aptly passed out in the foyer. This better not become a habit cause my back is killing me.
As for the cases... it's something of a blur. I remember a lot of fighting, chasing after fluffs in the air, and dolls? Oh! We went to the Italian restaurant and had the most AMAZING garlic sticks ever. Sherlock kept going around picking more up from other tables. Or was that me?
Anywho, too much rambling, too little Tylenol. Until next time.
Dr Watson BBC