Dear Sherlock,
In telling you the truth, I have neglected to update you on events. Sorry. I had to explain myself.
So the news on 221C is that it's nearly finished! The wallpaper's been put up, the tiles in the kitchen have been laid and the fireplace is all done up with a new mantlepiece. I didn't stick a knife in this one. Mrs Hudson is very proud of me and to say thank you she bought me a jumper. I love it, of course; it's this beautiful green, and matches exactly the colour of your eyes. I don't think she realises that, but it must have attracted her because of the subconscious connections. Greg has been a great help, and we couldn't have gotten so far s quickly without him. All that's left to do is furnish the flat and get the shower working. We've put up an advertisement in the shop, and we're hoping someone'll be interested.
I'm getting into the routine at work now, so I can function properly. I'm getting my meals in, and I sleep at every possible opportunity. So I'm alright, in that sense, because I'm not feeling like hell anymore.
Speaking of the hospital, I saw Molly yesterday. She came into work just as I was leaving. I said hi, and we had a quick chat, asking how the other was and things like that. She tried to be happy, but she just looked very sadly at me. I can't tell you if it was sadness for me or for herself, or both. It was probably both. Neither of us will ever recover, because it's not possible to when you lose the person you love.
It was good to see her, anyway. I'd been worried about her. I'm glad that she's coping. But you only have yourself to blame for all this unhappiness.
I'll write again later. I've left all the newspapers for the last two weeks for you, just in case you find something interesting that I missed. I hope that groundskeeper doesn't mind all this paper that he'll have to clear away. Oh well, I don't really care. You're more important to me.
Your John.