Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock
John's reader's note: that last paragraph of the last blog, I added today, just to give you an idea of the progression of my ailment.
John Watson, our Hero! Survived Oh happy days ( I will expect you to being singing a joyful song now)
Unless you didn't catch from the title, I have survived the cold, and am now functioning properly. I still have a mild cough, and blocked nose, but all is well in the flat of 221B.
It was raining all day, so Adline didn't feel like going out, but we managed to play some boards games whilst cooped up inside. Played a round of the game of life. We also began playing Cluedo, but Sherlock kept getting annoyed that he would guess the answer wrong, and so we game up on that game. When I say we readers, I mean, Adline, Sherlock and myself. Mrs Hudson was out today visiting a near by friend, and asking around her connections for possible places of accommodation for Adline.
Here is a bit of real life play back for you. I did sleep very week last night as you know from my last blog, I did however wake up in the middle of the night. Well, I say wake up I am not sure if I was awake or I was just dreaming, however Sherlock was in my room. He had a head torch on and was almost inspecting Adline while she slept. I mean he didn't touch her, just kind of moved around her, like he was searching for something. I did at the time question him, he replied with
"I can't understand your friend. Adline is friend with a guy, without causing the problem of the well known social phenomenon "the friend-zone" and she is sleeping in you room" Hmmmmmmm
That could have been a dream, i think I'm just paranoid.
There was little indication that anything had happened last night when I went down stairs this morning.
It was croissants for breakfast, yum yum. I cooked them, having recovered a lot.
Sherlock was sat on the arm chair-now dubbed "his" arm chair- curled up his knees to his chest staring intently at his fingers that were resting on his knees.
I said my good morning to him, making a comment towards my better health. Sherlock turned his head, echoed the good morning, congratulated my better health, asked after Adline's where abouts, nearly went to ask more-I would put a fiver that it would be about Adline- and decided against it instead telling me to collect his Emma book from the table shelf. I pointed out that it was an arms stretch away, Sherlock shrugged, so in a huff I collected the book and handed it to him. Without a word of thanks he flicked to the middle of the book and began reading. By this time the croissants were ready, so I retrieved them from the oven, and placed them on the table.
The smell of food must have awoken the student in my room, as not soon after Adline was in kitchen munching on the crisp crumbly croissants. Not soon after the appearance of Adline, Sherlock also decided to grace the table with his presence.
Today I took Adline out to the Victoria and Albert museum. We spent a lovely £30 pounds for lunch at the V and A. It was however a very lovely lunch, carrot, mustard, and beef puff pastry pie. All hand made fresh at the V and A.
Sherlock was out for a lot of today. A text came through on his phone while we were having breakfast, and he seemed to drop everything an left. Without a reason or Rhyme. Sherlock didn't even appear again until late, maybe half 9. He failed to say where he had been, and seemed in no mood to answer any questions.
We got back from the V and A about 4. Went on Skype to see Adline's parents. They really aren't used to technology. Almost humorous to see. Had to tell Adline about my blog, as she made a comment about the amount of time i spent typing up words on my computer.
Dinner was a chicken and ham pie, made by Adline and my fair hands. Sherlock didn't join us for food as we sat down to watch mock the week, Sherlock instead retreated to his room. Maybe still in his bad mood from earlier.
Before we feel asleep, Adline joined me on my bed - it is a sizable single bed- and we talked all about her. The discussion turned mainly towards the subject of boy problems, and because of my own curiosity, and every readers curiosity I and to ask. Did she like Sherlock Holmes? Adline just smirked, bit her lips and sunk her head into a pillow
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?! any suggestions readers cause I am at a loss.
On that note I think It is time to wrap up this blog
Thorn: Sherlock's mood put a real downer on the whole atmosphere of the flat
Rose: being able to spend time and talk with my bestie friend
So until tomorrow readers
John Watson, giggling at my best friend, signing off