He was doing it again.
Watson was singing. It was at first distracting, when we had moved in together. Now, it was just as distracting. It was annoying. It was, unfortunately, infectious. So, when Watson hummed part of the Beethoven violin concerto the 3rd movement, which we had seen the previous evening, while we were alone in Baker street, I hummed the other half, the higher pitched bit.
"Pom pom pom, humhumhum hum humhum hum HUM!"
"Pompom pom dad um dadum," I obliged.
"Tad dada pom pom pom pom!" He grinned at me. That's where the "t"'s were coming from.
"Da deedee dum tada.." Now I was waving my arms slightly in time.
"Ta tum!"
At this point Mrs Hudson interrupted our performance by clearing her throat. I bit the inside of my cheek ferociously.
"Good morning, Mrs Hudson," said Watson brightly.
I looked straight at him; I wasn't used to Watson behaving so jovial. He was practically hyper-active.
"Good morning, Mr Watson. Would you like your lunch now?"
"No thank you, I'm sure we would prefer it later on."
"If that is what you wish."
"It is what I wish."
She left. He laughed- I pretended I was not amused- but I was, and I dissolved into a belly-laugh.
Author's note- I'm not writing another Déjà vu until after the British spring holidays, sorry. At least, I'm not doing another chapter for about a week. I just needed to write something.