I've got the telly and some jam for my biscuits. I believe I'm all set for the weekend.

Spending the day wandering about the city in search for a red umbrella at the request of a rather annoying detective.

I couldn't find the umbrella.

I had far too much food. I slept for a day and a half.

That blog post went well.

And there's the first rude comment. Shutting the laptop. Annnnd done. Why am I narrating?

Met a lovely woman while at the market. .... Let's keep that quiet.

Ah, yes.

.... Nobody tell Sherlock I dropped the test tube with the weird orange stuff in it, okay? I don't even know what it was.

Biscuits? ... Or something with... jam. Definitely tea.

Oh no. Oh no. No, no.

Mm-mm. No. I'm not cleaning up this mess. Not this time. No.

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"Ah, yes. Finally."

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"I really should stop doing the shopping."