Seasick
Holmes had just concluded a case which had spanned over two weeks – over this time I had managed to coerce him into eating and drinking. The ritual I had not succeeded in convincing him to take part in, however, was washing.
"Please Holmes." I begged. "The case has finished now."
"Oh, what is the point?" he cried. "I feel free Watson! Free and invigorated! I do not have to conform to the everyday views which so many hold as gospel truth! I am free to do, and smell, as I please." He went to raise his arms in triumph.
"No!" I bellowed. He paused, and frowned at me. "I am sorry Holmes, but quite frankly – you stink. Now go and have a bath!"
"But I..." he floundered a moment for a reason he could give. Eventually he struck on one, "I get seasick?"
"I find that highly unlikely Holmes," I muttered, by now pushing him in the direction of the door.