Changing my life without changing it. Or pityful excuses not to post more.

I have moved to France a month ago.
On the 1st of September I hopped on a flight from Nice to Rennes to start my Erasmus year in said town.
Big change, but not an enormous one.
I found a two-bedroom apartment near the centre of town and a flatmate so we could both afford it.
(sadly reminiscing about Arthur Conan Doyle here!)
I got possession of the upstairs bedroom and acquainted myself with the cat. Then with the flatmate.
:)
My first days are a bit hard, I'm not used to speaking French continuously, and my vocabulary is lacking a great deal of words. English swoops in and saves the day once more.

I'm here with a new netbook (bought 2 days before my departure, so I didn't have enough time to tinker with it as I'd liked) and so I left a lot, a LOT of things home.
Like, the contents of my hard disk, a coat, my shirts and more unnecessary but comforting things you like to have with you.

The only thing I brought with me were the episodes of BBC's series Sherlock, which I've watched a total of 3 times by now, and am convinced I'll watch them again before the next season is aired next year.

I became vegan.
I bought a new water filter jug because mine broke during the transport.
I started tennis lessons.
I started saying I.
And annoying all those close to me with details of my life. (I say annoy, but they have asked me a lot of times to talk to them, I'm not too confortable with telling everyone how my day has been. I get mixed up, tell always the same thing to the same person and so on.)
I told my best friend how I started going out with my boyfriend of almost 4 years. Apparently I had forgotten so far.
And a lot of other uninteresting things.
Or at least I think so.

Now off I go to look for some crack!Mycroft fic, or well written Lestrade/Sherlock.
The search of the Holy Grail would be much easier.
Veronica.
To find the Holy Grail.
Green.


ps: still didn't get permission to name firstborn Galahad, even if I am kidding.

BBC Sherlock fic: Pg - John, Sherlock - "Greebo, or the Infernal Cat That Made John's Life [...]"

Because last night I was bored and looking at sherlockbbc_fic's prompts and found the prompt to something that had been hopping around in my head without much hope to be written down otherwise.

The prompt was along the line of: John and Sherlock get a cat. A big, fierce British shorthair.
And someone else added a reference to Greebo (Terry Pratchett's Nanny Ogg's cat).

So this came out.

Rating: Pg. Nothing really, mild mention of something between John and Sherlock, but they might be just for fun.
Characters: John, Sherlock and Harry's cat Greebo.
Word Count: 1625
Title: ( Greebo, or the Infernal Cat That Made John's Life (More) Miserable )