BREAKING NEWS: Léonie is still rubbish at computers!

The thing is, right, that I'm not sure that I'm very much of a technological genius. Now, I know you're all protesting wildly and gesturing frantically at the computer screen, appalled by my modestly. Seriously, though. I think I might be a bit, well, crap.

That's alright, though. I have other talents. Hell, you should see me Morris Dancing.

Anyway, so here's the deal. On Sunday I woke up in Whitton. It's a place that is technically in London, but also feels like it might be not. Because it's suburban, like. I was there because Euan had a murder mystery party at his parents' house on Saturday night and I gatecrashed it. Well, I was invited, actually, but to say I gatecrashed makes me sounds a bit rebellious and cool. Or like a loser with no mates. Definitely one of the two.
My character's name was Sam Gelding, I was a man (which, in real life, I am not) and I was not the murderer (which, in real life, I am) (not really) (and even if I was, you're a whole Internet away so you wouldn't need to be scared) (I do know where you live, though). I guessed who the murderer was, though.

There was lovely food and drink and it was very nice and fun.

The next day everyone else left, because, apparently for some people Sunday is a real day in which it is possible to DO stuff and not just get over a hangover and feel slightly depressed about the imminence of Monday. So Euan and I were left. We played the bongo game for a while until I realised that I HATE doing things I'm not good at and demanded to do things I CAN do. Like walk. I can walk and have been doing for a good few years now, so I felt confident about doing that for a bit. So. I know! cried Euan. Let's go for a walk! Around Whitton!

UPDATE: I didn't actually mean to publish that post. I saved it because I got bored of writing it, so I thought, oh, I'll just save the draft and go and change loads and add later. But then, in a staggeringly appropriate display of technological idiocy I accidentally published it. I'm a knob. Hey, you knew that before you came here, so don't complain.

So Euan and I walked. We walked around. And, guess what! We took pictures!

Good LORD, but we're exciting people.

Anyway, so my point is that Euan sent me the pictures and I uploaded them but I couldn't really do it right so they're in the wrong order so they won't make sense and, oh, whatever. I'm shit. But I do know a funny café name when I see one, and you will too, shortly.

UPDATE: I'm endearingly bad at this stuff. The photos are below. And that's not even all of them. But I did it myself so I will be proud anyway. HA.