Also, watching Sherlock with my husband now that I know he’s seen my drawings is hard. He keeps asking “Are they having sex in your head now?….. How about now?”
And I have to answer “Yes”.
Watching Scandal in Belgravia. The memory of seeing it the first time is so strong, the room filling brightness and the sharp tinge of snow outside, the smell of fermenting cider, taste of a gin and tonic, the feel of soft leather, dog fur and crocheted blanket under my fingers.
In the two years since it aired so much, so much has happened.
I’ve been measuring my life in Sherlock.
15th of December? What do TFL know that we don’t?!
What the Fuckity?
"All twelve of them!"
"No, sir. Thirteen.”
I squealed like a stuck pig at this.
OH DEAR LORD
Isn’t that John’s punching face?
Nine was running, Ten was regretting, Eleven was trying to forget, Twelve can find redemption.
One more thing, one more miracle.