Strange bird
John went upstairs to gather his laundry. In the meantime Sherlock is gazing out the window again. I think he is incredibly bored. The email both of them were looking at earlier could turn out to be a new case, but so far there has been no reply to Sherlock’s inquiry for more details.
I’m glad we don’t have one of those grandfather clocks. The quiet in here is bad enough, but having to listen to their incessant ticking would...
*shriiiiek*
Sherlock just flew past me and down the steps. Warn a guy! Jeeze. Did he just run outside wearing his dressing gown?
He’s back. That was quick. What did he...Oh, no. Is that a dead pigeon? Did you seriously just run outside and pick a dead bird off the street? I bet it’s not even cold yet, the poor thing!
Guess he just found himself a new experiment to pass the time. He is already gathering up his notebook and safety googles.
No, no, no, don’t put it into the microwave!
JOHN! HELP!
