9th July
Private Entry visible to: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes

I had a day off today. It's been pretty productive. Wanna hear?

I've finally found wallpaper to match the living rooms. Which, yes, means your smiley face has gone and the bullet holes in the walls are now covered! The living room is now not only tidy and safe but free of graffiti and other gang-land-esque wall art.

The skull is wearing the deerstalker. I thought I could rename him Sherlock in honour of you replacing him with me. It's a bit big for him, his eye sockets are sort of covered over, but it sort of suits him. It makes the room look less like a nutter lives here, anyway.

I found your cigarettes. In fact, I found a lot of cigarettes. I cut them up and binned them. I also found some other stuff. But we'll not go into that. It's also in the bin. Just in case. But mark my words; we will be having a conversation if you come back.

I'm going to make Sarah my famous carbonara. I mean, if you'll eat it then it must be good. I have actual food and wine in the fridge, a nice table cloth to cover the stains and even a candle! Scented and everything.

Anyway, I'm meeting Greg in the pub. There's a match on that I know you'd whinge about me wanting to see but would follow me to the pub in your designer suit as it is and sit drinking red wine like a pansy when we drank beer and enjoyed the game, pretending you didn't want to be there and were hating every moment but you wouldn't leave and you'd come along every time.

Ugh, I'm getting teary. Anyway. I really must go. No point dwelling on it.

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