I've never been to London, but I imagine that today's mood matches the famed city's typical ambiance: grey, with shoulder-shrugging acceptance that it might probably rain, it's just one of those days. It's the kind of day that makes me want to curl up in my chair with a cuppa tea in one hand(Earl Grey, probably, or some other British breakfast tea) and The Complete Sherlock Holmes, volume II in the other. I feel like most of the his stories take place on such a day. Even if I essentially take myself from one dreary setting to another, at least I'm escaping from my own machinations to that of the brilliant bipolar detective and his biographer.
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