Hello dear!
How are you? I hope you're keeping my side of the bed warm. I'm definitely missing having you here to numb my arm at night. I should try the roll-and-pull thing. Does that work? How would you know. If you do know, tell me if that works.
Yes, I am squeezing this whole thing on the back of a postcard. I can't believe Sherlock dragged me all the way to Australia for this case. I will admit, though, it's definitely been fun. I wish you could have been here. Maybe we can come sometime when we don't have Sherlock running around taking innocent bystanders' drinks and pouring them onto their shirts. Yes, he actually did that. I can't believe it either. But he said there was a good reason, and I've learned to trust him when it comes to things like that, so I didn't really say anything. I did apologize to the poor girl though. She looked devastated that her shirt was ruined.
I got to see Sherlock pretend to be interested in a girl. He did a really good job. She wasn't really spilling any information, though. I seriously thought he was going to take her to bed, if that's what it took. After a few drinks though, she gave in. Case is almost finished now. We're coming home soon, Sherlock says. Hopefully he remembers to get my plane ticket and doesn't leave without me. Although let me tell you, a plane ride from Australia to London next to Sherlock is not fun.
I love you. I feel like I've just made it official by putting it on paper, even though I've typed it and said it. What are we going to do when we get home? Maybe we can go to the Museum of Natural History. I know you love it, and if we're lucky, Sherlock will go off on his own and get lost for a few hours. I'm sure he'll come looking for us again. He likes to have someone to brag to about the extensive knowledge he has. About everything. Apart from the solar system.
He's frowning at me while I'm writing. I should probably go. I love you more than Sherlock loves himself!
Yours truly,
John