wytchcroft

… or The Adventure of the Chattering Teeth.

An interesting day, if I do say so myself.

There I am doing the wytchy rounds of sundry drab public offices, all for some housing related reasons too dull to describe, but wait – things pick up of a sudden when a complete stranger in the seat next to me falls into conversation and we get to talking, talking about Sherlock Holmes.

Why? I have no idea, (at the risk of sounding like Tony from the second season of Skins) I don’t remember. But, mostly due to the intelligent stranger, it was a really fascinating chat about the nature of Holmes and Watson as people, their different attributes and characters, and why they so clearly needed each other.