We realised the other day that it was a bit of an anniversary of sorts (not since we go together officially but the first time we, you know...) so we thought we’d celebrate by going back to where it all began, really.
On the first night with Sherlock, when we went to Angelo’s, I sort of embarrassed myself by being a little too open with my intentions - I was already head over heels and inadvertently came on to him.
He wasn’t ready back then and said so, and I thank my lucky stars he did because I think we needed to go through everything - the cabbie, the pool, Irene Adler - to know that it could only ever be the two of us.
So we went back to Angelo’s tonight and celebrated us. Always us.







