I was all ready to write… but I had no idea what to write about. So, I decided to keep to my wintry theme, and this was the result. I need some more inspiration…
Seasonal
Despite the beauty of snow and the cheer of the holidays, neither Holmes nor Watson enjoyed winter.
Watson's war wounds ached whenever storms came and in the cold, so an impending blizzard was reason enough to stoke up the fire and find a book.
For Holmes, not only were fewer crimes committed when everyone was huddling near a fire for warmth, but any other possible distractions were liable to be markedly less effective when it was freezing. Violins required uncovered fingers, after all.
Stuck in the flat, in their own little worlds, both silently wished for the coming of spring.