Agatha Christie once said:"An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets, the more interested he is in her." As John Watson soon finds out, a detective is the best husband a man can have. Not in the traditional sense, maybe, but in so many small ways that the retired army captain really appreciates. A detective is the best husband a man can have - because the more imperfections and odd features you have got the more he admires you.
Of course, John should have noticed this much earlier than he did but (as Sherlock is keen to point out) the blogger is not the fastest thinker around.
John really should have noticed that it was the examination of his rather hideous scar that eventually led them to ever sharing a bed in the first place.
He should have noticed every time he woke up to bright eyes examining his knuckles or bellybutton or ear.
"Sherlock! Have you slept at all?"
"No. Do you know that your left buttock ends in four creases but you right ends in only three? It's odd. I'd like to examine again."
It did finally click in his brain after they returned home after a hard day's chase.
"John, please get naked. I want to catalogue your bruises."
Yep. The best.