I entered the kitchen the next morning surprised to see Sherlock up and playing his violin. "So you've decided to get up off your ass finally?" I asked. He stopped playing for a moment looked at me, and started playing again.
I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge to see what we had in. Not much. I opened the bottom draw and quickly shut it and held my nose when I discovered a bag of fingers frozen at the very bottom.
"Sherlock is it possible you could take these out of the fridge? I was thinking about doing some food shopping this morning." I said.
I walked back into the living room to see Sherlock looking at me nervously.
"Oh yes! I said I was going to wait on you anymore didn't I?"
"Well John, it's you going to get food for the both of us, so it isn't exactly waiting on me now is it?"
He continued playing his violin.
"Well Sherlock I think it's about time you can went for once"
He gave me that look again; like there was no way he was ever going to go food shopping.
"Fine then, let's make a deal. I will stay here and tidy the flat, whilst you go and get something to eat for the week, unless you want no food!"
"Couldn't it be the other way around?" He asked mysteriously.
"Why? Are you afraid of someone seeing you and you ruining your reputation of being a lazy bastard?" John chuckled.
Sherlock gave me a wry smile and continued playing the violin again.
"Well, do we have a deal? I asked getting impatient.
He hesitated before putting his violin down on his armchair and taking my hand.
"Yes John I suppose we do." He replied, not looking to happy with himself.
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I stumbled through the cupboards and closets searching for a Vacuum when I realised we didn't even have one. How can we not have a Vacuum cleaner?!
I decided I better ask Mrs Hudson if I could borrow one. I didn't normally need to hoover the house because Sherlock always complained that it was too noisy and disturbed his 'high functioning mind'.
I went upstairs to Mrs Hudson's flat to see if she could lend me the vacuum. I gently knocked on the door to her room, and called "Mrs Hudson? Are you in there?"
The door opened and revealed Mrs Hudson in her dressing gown, and she covered her mouth as she yawned.
"Oh I'm so sorry my dear John I haven't even got dressed yet! I woke up this morning feeling quite ill. I seem to have a bit of a cold, dear me"
"Oh dear, I'm sorry to hear that…anyway I came up to ask if I could borrow your hoover? It's hard to believe but we don't seem to have one!"
"You?! Doing Vacuuming?! Sherlock will throttle you!"
"Oh no, not this time! Believe it or not but Sherlock has gone to do some shopping"
Mrs Hudson stared at me astonished.
"My dear John Watson, what could you possibly have done?!