Dear me, we have a bit of misinformation afoot, don't we?

It'll do for now.

Tell me I'm a badass.

"Sometimes I like to imagine how the world must seem to Sherlock... Then I just turn off the My Little Ponies and -- oh, shite joke."

And back to it, I turn.

Sherlock claims that astrology is the study of idiocy. Mary says it's "heavenly". I am truly between a rock and a hard place.

*From the sanctuary of the kitchen, Joan hears an "erotic" moan text alert from Sherlock Holmes in the living and nearly drops her teacup.*

Those two are like school children. Well, except that Irene'd be the one to pull Sherlock's hair and chase him around the yard.

Breaking stereotypes, we are. Kudos to us women. We truly are revolutionary. *Takes a sip of her tea and spits it out.* Fuckin' hot!

I think I am /so/ funny. Brilliantly humorous, actually.

I have a fancy tea spoon, mind you. It's quite remarkable. The design on the handle -- or do they call it a stem? -- is quite neat.

Steam for a glass. Handle for a spatula. What is it for a spoon? These are the true questions on the minds of Britians.

The winter gloom has evolved into the spring gloom. Progress.

Don't eat it. x.com/SocioIntellect…

So. It's been quiet as of late.

Dear me, I've let myself go, haven't I?

At what hour is it acceptable to smoke in the flat? Because Sherlock thinks every goddamn hour is fine and dandy.

@TigrisCruenta //Awwww! Hello there!! And me, too! I really do want to bring her back and clean her up a bit (a lot).