I think I have to think of some key words, fast, to put in here to change the Google ads. - who wants to look at Google ads. for peeing standing up??! Not me! So here goes. Cake. Sausages. Seasonal leafy salad (eh?). Furniture polish. Meerschaum pipe...oh no! that last one's brought back memories of my last sight of the old rocky outcrop, before it was blown to smithereens. Dr Wilson, framed in the window, smoking MY Meerschaum pipe, with its stem a perfect reproduction of the Transantarctic mountains and its bulb an equally perfect Mount Erebus. I know that the pipe had been purloined from the Tupfinder general's vitrine (see previous posts) by Tuppence using his skeleton keys (see previous posts), but I'd come to think of it as my own. Originally I believe it belonged to Sherlock Holmes.
As I was wandering around, lost on the moor in the mist earlier on, it brought to mind Dr Watson's account of The Hound of the Baskervilles. I haven't heard any howling so far, I'm pleased to say, and no large pawprints either - oh no! what's THAT??!!!!!