Day Thirteen
Today Inspectors Lestrade, Bradstreet, and I were called on to put a stop to a barroom brawl. As a result I now have a split lip, a number of bruises, several sore ribs, and a knot on my head. I am also sore all over.
Still, Inspector Bradstreet ended up getting his hand sliced open when he caught that broken bottle, and Inspector Lestrade has two black eyes and scratches on his face from some woman he was trying to help.
I'm going to hate myself, and the job, come morning I fear.
Disclaimer: Sherlock and the boys do not belong to me.
