Charming casefic, loved Irene showing up (John had an instinct that something was amiss before he even saw her), loved Lestrade and John tricking Sherlock and most of all loved the descriptions.
Before the 1990s, Lower Morrington had lacked any charm, but an influx of City money had stirred the locals to import charm from more popular hamlets, so tea shops selling artisanal scones had flourished like picturesque weeds next to boutiques filled with the handmade and bespoke.
This is just one of the ones that had me chuckling.
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Date: 2014-12-03 11:33 pm (UTC)Before the 1990s, Lower Morrington had lacked any charm, but an influx of City money had stirred the locals to import charm from more popular hamlets, so tea shops selling artisanal scones had flourished like picturesque weeds next to boutiques filled with the handmade and bespoke.
This is just one of the ones that had me chuckling.