4th July
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I went on a date last night. With Sarah. We had a lovely time and I came home afterwards half-expecting you to be stood in the doorway with a face on because I'd been out without you (I didn't quite fancy lying at the foot of her bed). Anyway, there were no murderers or third wheels or immediate threats to her well-being so I think I might be back on to something. Not that I'm saying you prevented it in the first place (you did) but it's something else to think about so I invited her over in a couple of days for dinner. See if it can go better than the last time!

I do need to do some shopping and home improvements prior to it, though, so I better get to it. I'm back working at the surgery now so I've got very little free time and sitting typing to a dead man is probably not the most productive way to be spending that. No offense. I'm sure you'd understand.

Although, actually, it's you. You probably wouldn't. You'd throw the hissy fit of the century and mess everything up for me again.

And that was the joy of Sherlock Holmes, huh?

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