A Matter of Words

From the excerpt of the Personal Blog of Dr. John H. Watson.

29th January
The Madman

I ran into Mike Stamford in the park this morning. We got coffee and talked for a while. I mentioned my situation, and he said he knew someone who was also considering flat sharing.

Then he took me to Barts to introduce us.

That's where I met him, the detective, the madman.

He was a hurricane, unable to sit still. He knew who I was. He knew that I served in Afganistan, that I was invalided, and even about Harry. The moment he saw me, he already seduced me. Then he left with an address and a wink, coat billowing dramatically behind him.

I'm still reeling from everything. He was mad, but charming enough. So tomorrow, we're off to look at a flat together. Me and the madman. Me and Sherlock Holmes.

10 comments

DEDUCED. I mean deduced. He deduced me.
John Watson 29 January 19:37

Hahahaha! Sure you did, bro.
Harry Watson 29 January 20:31

Mate, I'm not judging you. To each their own.
Bill Murray 29 January 20:34

It was a typo, Christ. Calm down you two.
John Watson 29 January 20:41

Suuuure it was.
Harry Watson 29 January 21:02

Yes it was, Harry. Now how do I edit this thing?
John Watson 29 January 21:32

Anyone?
John Watson 30 January 16:24

Really, are you all going to let that sit there for all of posterity?
John Watson 31 January 13:00

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For the record, I really hope that misunderstanding wasn't the sole reason Moriarty chose to kidnap me to lure Sherlock out. Because we're JUST FLATEMATES.
John Watson 2 April 15:04

Whatever you say, dear Johnny boy~
Anonymous 2 April 20:15