"Hello, Lestrade speaking."
"Hi Greg, it's John."
"Sorry, I don't have anything yet. It's only just gone December - still too early for the rush of Christmas assaults and homicides."
"No, no. I'm not looking for cases. I wanted to know if you've seen the most recent Debenham's catalogue yet? The Christmas one?"
"Um, I think I have it here somewhere. I just brought in the mail… Oh yes, why?"
"Turn to page five and try not to die laughing!"
"Page five… Oh my God, they have a Sherlock doll out for Christmas?"
"Yes, with the coat and hat and everything - I think they're trying to boost menswear sales by cashing in on his sudden popularity. But that wasn't why I called. Have you spotted the typo on that page yet?"
"Um, where?"
"Right at the top - big bold letters. I missed it the first time too."
"Oh my Lord! Does that say what I think it does?"
"Yep. I thought that would give you a laugh."
"Has Sherlock seen it yet?"
"No, and I don't plan to show him! He doesn't shop at Debenham's anyway, too down-market."
"Thanks for the call, I gotta run. I just heard Mycroft's key in the door."
"Cheers then."
"Bye."
"Mycroft! What has Debenham's ever done to you? Why does this catalogue say 'Christmas Git Brochure!?'"