"Sherlock, where the bloody hell are my Sandbaggers dvds?"
"Over there, with the other white boxes."
John scowls, studying the dvd rack.
"Why, Sherlock, are they not with the other S titles?"
Sherlock gestures vaguely.
"Observe, John."
"Let me rephrase that. Sherlock, why the fuck is the dvd rack now organised by colour?"
"It appealed to me more this way. Isn't it more aesthetically pleasing?"
Fuming, John turns away from the shelf and stares at Sherlock.
"How am I supposed to find anything this way?"
"Just search by the box colour, instead of the title. It's not complicated."
"Not everyone in this flat has a bloody eidetic memory, Sherlock. I have no idea what colour half my dvd cases are… " Sighing, he rubs his eyes before turning back to the shelf.
"I'll help you then. What are you looking for?"
"Well, where would Series Four of new Doctor Who be?"
"Dark blue. Right there."
"Sherlock, no. And… have you separated all my James Bond films?"
"Obviously. The boxes are all different colours."
John groans, dropping heavily into his armchair.
"This is ridiculous. I don't care if you have some aesthetic aversion to the dvds being alphabetical order. Fix it."
"Alright, but don't say I never do anything around the flat. Oh, and, John?"
"Hmm?"
"You might want to avoid the bookshelf."