Sherlocks point of view
It was very obvious that even with my income I could not afford 221B Baker street all on my own now that John had left and so I faced the mundane challenge of finding a roommate.
This problem of course I had not found on my own but rather John had brought it up saying that I needed to find a roommate so that I could continue living and I quote "Your ballistic, pompous and ridiculously expensive life as a detective that pisses people off". I believe he's talking about how he thinks my suits, scarf's and shoes are expensive though I could really care less about what he thinks of my clothing and lifestyle choices because to my shock John was actually right.
Though I found that I soon forgot about my irritation as "Detective" inspector Lestrade had found me a case and I was rushed into the world of crime.
Sadly crime does not keep a steady pace in London so I was left feeling bored lying on the couch when John came barging in took the gun out of my hand and insisted on making a flyer to post so I could get a roommate and to my utter chagrin I was ambushed by his questions.
Flashback
"Lets see do you mind having a girl as a roommate?" John asked trying to keep a straight face though even I could sense him holding a laugh back. I looked at him from the couch I was sprawled over rolling my eyes.
"I'm married to my work John it does not matter the gender." I groaned out already bored with the task. He sighed but typed away on his laptop.
"Lets see whoever does needs a warning of all your habits lets see you play the violin at ungodly hours in the morning, you do crazy experiments in the kitchen and don't clean up until forced. You leave body parts in the fridge, have clients come here, also invites crazy murders for tea and stays up all day and night anything else?" John asked me. I opened one eye to look at him then closed it shaking my head. He then continued on about how much to charge but I tuned him out going to my mind palace where I reviewed the song I had been writing.
End of flash back
Now John felt the need to post these bloody flyers all around town and online and so while out I now have the pleasure of seeing those damn flyers everywhere sticking out like a sore thumb. And of course since I'm Sherlock Holmes I had many "Fans" come and try and live with me… they left within the week to my happiness.
Now two weeks later I find myself sitting with John waiting for another candidate not really caring what John was saying. Though I did happen to catch
"It's a girl and blah, blah and for Gods sake be nice!" I nodded my head at all the right times or at least I thought I did though when John shook his head muttering about how its like talking to a brick wall I realized I wasn't as good as I thought I was. I couldn't ponder my acting skills for long fore I heard the sound of small and light footsteps on the stairs and the sound of Mrs Hudson's shrill voice.
"It's a nice place I am sure you'll love it and there's an extra bedroom if you'll be needing one well good luck dear." Was Mrs Hudson really going to do that to all the tenants? No matter I soon heard the girl finish the last of the stairs and then a knock at the door.