Do you know what's annoying? When you come home and find your flatmate cutting off the fingers of a fellow import. Yes, you read that correctly. Sherlock Holmes has always been completely mad but because somebody said yes, he decided to use my house as his own surgery and DIDN'T BOTHER TO TELL ME ABOUT IT!!!
So, I came home with the shopping and found them in the kitchen. It looked like something out of a horror film. Back when I lived with Sherlock, I was used to finding body parts around the flat. Skull on mantel. Eyeballs in the microwave. Feet in the airing cupboard. Severed head in the fridge. But it's something else entirely when the donor is not only alive but conscious and off his face on drugs.
Apparently there was no need for me to "overreact" because he was immortal and his fingers grew back. It was fascinating to watch but it never should have happened in the first place. The cat almost ended up licking up blood too.
Now Sherlock has gone off somewhere in a sulk, no doubt ruining some poor kid’s visit to Father Christmas. At least he tidied up in the bloody kitchen.
It all started with the death of Sally Cunliffe, a 68-year-old woman and business owner in Maurtia Falls. She transferred a large sum of money to an unknown recipient and then died of cardiac arrest. What the police didn't mention was how she died with a look of pure terror on her face.
A lot happened last year. It has taken me a while to write all this down. I had to rewrite bits and pieces. Ella once told me that writing about everything would help me. Otherwise, I would become the person I was before I met Sherlock. I don't want to go back to being like that... so, I'm blogging again.
Sherlock was ported out last year. Mary followed him a few months later, too. It hasn't been easy without them around. But I have a cat now. Well, it was Sherlock's first. Then Mary's. Now I'm looking after him. We've both been getting used to each other's company.
But I'm going to try and keep coming back and adding to this bog. Photos. Work stories. Anecdotes from when Sherlock was still here. If he does come back and reads this, he will complain about what I have written and call it all pointless.
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So, I came home with the shopping and found them in the kitchen. It looked like something out of a horror film. Back when I lived with Sherlock, I was used to finding body parts around the flat. Skull on mantel. Eyeballs in the microwave. Feet in the airing cupboard. Severed head in the fridge. But it's something else entirely when the donor is not only alive but conscious and off his face on drugs.
Apparently there was no need for me to "overreact" because he was immortal and his fingers grew back. It was fascinating to watch but it never should have happened in the first place. The cat almost ended up licking up blood too.
Now Sherlock has gone off somewhere in a sulk, no doubt ruining some poor kid’s visit to Father Christmas. At least he tidied up in the bloody kitchen.
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Sherlock was ported out last year. Mary followed him a few months later, too. It hasn't been easy without them around. But I have a cat now. Well, it was Sherlock's first. Then Mary's. Now I'm looking after him. We've both been getting used to each other's company.
But I'm going to try and keep coming back and adding to this bog. Photos. Work stories. Anecdotes from when Sherlock was still here. If he does come back and reads this, he will complain about what I have written and call it all pointless.
Typical Sherlock.