Prompt #51 - Water.
I tried not to laugh as Watson sat opposite me, bolting his breakfast after realising he was going to be late for his first consultation after a mostly sleepless night in my company. Not that it appeared he minded the fact.
How the man could inhale his meal and still pester me with incessant questions without a breach of manners was a phenomenon to be observed…
I gave a yelp as the ubiquitous morning London rain lashed through the broken window, drenching the back of my dressing gown.
Ah well…'twas a small price to pay to hear him laugh again.
