The occasional week-end visit.
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Journeys end…
The Misadventures of Dr. John H. Watson
October 14- Holmes dragged me from bed at half three in the morning. Forgot what he wanted to tell me when I got downstairs. Shouted at me to make tea.
December 25- Must tell Holmes to stop giving me specimens as gifts. He is not a cat, despite evidence to the contrary. However, the eyeballs were arranged with such pride and care, I couldn’t bring myself to chastise him for his efforts.
March 7- Old wound acting up during a thunderstorm. Had to stay in. Holmes bored. Send help.
March 9- Still storming. Will soon commit a bank robbery to give Holmes something to do. Has already experimented on my reflexes, my tolerance for alcohol, and my tolerance for Tibetan throat singing. Both low.
I’m sorry, I just needed to reblog again for that addition. Brilliant!
The Misadventures of Dr. John H. Watson
It’s going to be the opposite of fine.
More merrymaking.
The fun was all one-sided.