brunch is the best meal ever
Ridiculously happy this morning, despite feeling a bit rough after the Thanksgiving Ball last night. Had brunch with the girls in Marylebone which led me past a beautiful little lane called Wimpole Street. As in 27A Wimpole Street. As in the house of Leslie Howard Henry Higgins, just around the corner from Baker Street. As in 221B Baker Street. Higgins and Sherlock were neighbours!
Nothing says a beautiful Sunday morning like getting all smiley about following in the footsteps of famous literary characters. Fangirl crushes come and go, but good pronounciation and deerstalkers last forever.
Nothing says a beautiful Sunday morning like getting all smiley about following in the footsteps of famous literary characters. Fangirl crushes come and go, but good pronounciation and deerstalkers last forever.