I am quite literally unable to move as a result of the obscenely large amount of food I have consumed over the past five days. Every meal in Italy was at least three courses, if not more, and then add on the numerous snacks on the flights there and back and you'll get the picture..
This trip turned out to be more "Sherlocky" than I had originally imagined. At the travel station there were numerous soldiers in their army uniforms, which sparked off the trend of Saffron and myself shouting "Baskerville!" at each other whenever we saw one. We also left a Believe In Sherlock message in the sand on the beach and left a few notes in our already messy bedroom (skittle fights between five mentally immature girls at two in the morning often create more mess). We had to be up and ready for half three this morning, so we didn't actually go to sleep last night, which is why I am so shattered now. Our German next door (or next room to be more precise) neighbours kept phoning us, so I answered like Moriarty and they surprisingly stopped after that. "I will find you and I will sssssssssskiin you" usually does the trick. Watching The Great Game and A Study In Pink did not make the taxi journey a pleasant one. I blame my over-active imagination. And caffeine.