A/N: Hi every one! Sorry it's been so long, I've had school and exams and that. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please remember to review!
Hi, Sherlock. Good thing that rain's stopped, isn't it? Your stone was almost swimming last time. Or drowning. Not sure which.
Funny, how I said, 'your stone' rather than 'your grave'. I think it's honestly easier to not think about it being a grave. It's more like you're still here, you're just a stone now. A stone that still won't buy the milk. But at least it's not annoying and arrogant.
See, now I'm personifying your gravestone. I think I am going crazy, Sherlock. Slowly but surely…
Anyway, I forgot to say last week. You know how Greg invited me to the Yard, to have a look at the cases? "Do a Sherlock," I think he said. Anyway, I went there to have a look. The thing was…I got to a few metres away from the door, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't go in. I just sort of did a U-turn and went straight back home again.
I meant to go back this week, but…it slipped my mind. I was going to, really I was.
I don't know why, I just…I don't know. I'm sorry. I almost feel like I've let you down now. I'll try again, I promise. I'll go tomorrow. Sorry, Sherlock.
Mrs Hudson's better, you'll be pleased to know. Or almost better, anyway. Just a little sniffle now. She loved that cake I got her. Thanks for the idea.
There have been a lot of people at the surgery after the storm. Too many people think they are invincible, that they can go out into the rain and not get sick. Sometimes, I just wish people would think before doing things.
I've broken up with Sarah, you'll be pleased to know. You never liked her that much, did you? I should have noticed. I realise it now, in the way you kept turning away from her when she came over. Anyway, it's over. I just got sick of her whining, really. She always wanted to be reassured that she was right, and that her dress did look good on her, and that her hair was perfect, and that she wasn't wearing too much lipstick…the list goes on. And on. And on...
We went to Angelo's, and I told her it was over halfway through the pudding. She got up and walked out, and left me with a large bill and a barely-eaten caramel pudding. It was worth it though. It'll be a bit awkward on Monday, at work. I'll have to try to avoid her.
I should be going, it's getting late. Mrs Hudson invited me down for lunch, and it's more than my life's worth to let her roast get cold.
See you next week.
