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John's Space(new title idea, any feed back please)
11/09/2013
Well another day over eh!
You would not believe some of the things today. I had just woken up at the beautiful hour of 8 in the morning, with rays of light steaming through the curtain I really believed it would be a productive day. I pulled off the covers, wrestled with my night gown, and slippers then made my way down stairs. Upon reaching the living room I happened to observe a Mr Sherlock Holmes deep on conversation with his skull. I mean like the skull from the mantle piece. He looked mental. Walked down stairs, Sherlock talking to his skull, in only his boxers!
Well I was shocked. Thinking myself still asleep I did a 360 turn, blinked, and still there he was casually have a conversation about... Well I didn't care, HE WAS TALKING TO A SKULL like it was alive!
But this is Mr Sherlock Holmes he isn't exactly what you would call normal, I'm not sure I would put him as the type to talk to a skull, but who am I to judge?!
I proceeds past him in silence catching the name of the skull...
The skull had a name, where else could this go.
...any ways... I made myself a cup of tea and proceeds back up to my room, trying to understand exactly what I had just witnessed. Sherlock talking to a skull in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, because you know that is an average morning in 221b.
My belly crumbled as I sat on my bed so I fetched a last apple that I had brought with me, staging of the worst of hunger, and instead began a quick search for my shopping list. It was tucked in the back pocket of yesterday's trousers. Placing it back in the pocket I wrestled in stead with my suitcase pulling a shirt and woollen cotton jumper from the bag, a clean pair of boxers, some deodorant a towel and some socks. Proceeded to the bathroom and showered and dressed.
I had of course finished me tea before I proceeded to the wash room, I wasn't about to let my tea go cold.
I passed Mr Holmes in the corridor, as I was on the way back to my room, he was holding a down over his arm and had thankfully put on a robe, covering his modesty better that the boxers he was wearing earlier. In my room I began up packing some of my things, but remembering the shopping list and my grumbling belly, I went down stairs. Sherlock was dressed in suit trousers and a shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he had his legs crossed, and arms resting along the arms of the chair. He was engrossed again by another Jane Austen novel, this time it was Pride and Prejudice. He can't have finished one of those in one day.
Seating myself in the arm chair opposite I brushed the idea of him coming out shopping, not pulling his gaze away from the book he polity declined. So i took the pre-emptive strike and decided to get up off of my hunches and go out shopping. On the way down the stairs from the flat I bumped into Mrs Hudson, asking her if she wanted anything from the supermarket. Mrs Hudson gracefully refused, but offered to shop with me on Friday, as that was her preferred day to do the weekly shop. Mrs Hudson even suggested that my friend come along with us, maybe even Sherlock. However unlikely that idea was. I greatly took her offer, it would be a nice trip out.
I then had to change the things I would buy, only a smaller shop, just enough things to last until Friday shop, in the afternoon. So I quickly ran up the stairs again to where Sherlock was, it appeared that he had not moved from where I had left him. He shrugged, well that would give me free reign of food. I suddenly feel the need to laugh evilly at that. Maybe Mr Holmes isn't too fussy over food.
As I was out I could not rest buying another independent, me and the news paper, a better love story than twilight.
I haven't found any more jobs so far, a little depressing, but I haven't really been avidly job hunting today. I managed to finish the crossword myself today, no need for Sherlock to help me.
Oh! there is a boas head in the fridge, not at all weird when you go to put milk in the fridge and you find a boar staring back at you. I managed to unload all of my cutlery and crockery in to the draws and cupboards. I found a pancake in the would be cutlery draw, questioned Mr Holmes on it and he replied with "why is there cutlery in the pancake draw". I threw the pancake away it was mouldy.
I haven't had to take a bin liner to the flat, Mr Holmes has reigned in the uncleanliness, it makes me feel better.
Mrs Hudson invited Mr Holmes and I over for some fresh biscuits, Mr Holmes refused, but I accepted, it was lovely to see her cat again.
I made meatballs on spaghetti in tomato sauce. Mr Holmes seemed to enjoy it, he even did the washing up from the dinner. We don't talk much at the moment, Mr Holmes probably thinks he knows everything about me.
I have neglected to tell him about my friend, or Mrs Hudson's offer, I will tell him when it becomes relevant.
Thorn: Seeing Sherlock Holmes in his boxers, very weird sight.
Rose: I am no longer Hungry, Mrs Hudson has agreed to my friend staying over, and 2 days to go
So until tomorrow blogoshpere followers
John Watson Signing off