Life sometimes gets in the way of writing - but today waiting for my daughter to complete her college interview I had the time to catch up with this...enjoy!
"Please." John said a note of pained disbelief in his voice. "Please tell me I'm dreaming this and that I'm going to wake up and it will all have gone away."
"Why would you want me to lie to you?" Sherlock asked, standing next to his friend in the kitchen doorway.
"Because it would be kinder? Because I really want to believe you have more sense than to do this? Either will do Sherlock."
They both stood at looked at the masterpiece that stood in the middle of the kitchen table, one in a state of shock, the other with a degree of pride.
"Is that a sheet underneath it?" John took a step closer and touched the grubby white material.
"One of mine." Sherlock said defensively, "How else do you think I managed to get it up here? And anyway, you told me last time that I wasn't to use your sheets for experiments."
Looking back at his friend John smiled a little wryly.
"And have you considered the effect of this 'experiment' on Mrs Hudson? On her flat?"
"Her flat?"
"As it melts? Really Sherlock, only you would consider it normal to bring enough snow indoors to build a snowman just to see how long it takes to melt at room temperature." He chuckled "At least you're never boring!"