Day Two

I thought I was through walking the beat, but that's what we did today. We walked. And walked. And walked. Rumors that Inspector Lestrade relies heavily on footwork are vastly understated. We walked for hours.

The Inspector talked to a number of people (after warning me to keep my mouth shut and just listen), prevented three pickpockets from making off with the contents of several pockets and purses, and actually rescued the proverbial kitten from a tree (though in reality I was the one who was given the undignified task of clambering up a tree, getting scratched by an ungrateful kitten, and then had to endure the thanks of a half-senile elderly woman).

And he continued to lecture as we walked. It is really hard to take notes, watch where you're going, and keep up with the Inspector at the same time.

My feet are killing me tonight.

I don't know about this Inspector business. All we've done so far is paperwork and a lot of walking.

Maybe tomorrow will be better, or at least more interesting.


Disclaimer: Sherlock and the boys and Scotland Yard do not belong to me.