[Re: "...just a recurrence of something that had happened occasionally when I was in Afghanistan." *reader attempts to give a thumbs-up but is severely hampered by the fact she is laughing uncontrollably*]
Friday
Decided to write up an old case for publication but realised I had left the relevant notebook at Baker Street. When I went to retrieve my notes, I found Holmes absent but I pottered back downstairs to exchange a few pleasantries with Mrs. Hudson before I returned to my lodgings.
As I passed by her broom cupboard, I was startled to hear muffled cries coming from within. Naturally I immediately pulled on the handle--the door gave a little but appeared to be jammed. There was a brief tug-of-war with the wretched thing and then I managed to wrench the door fully open. Inside the cupboard I found Holmes and Hopkins--apparently that faulty lock had struck again!
My heart went out to my two friends. They looked so rumpled: red in the face and perspiring profusely. Though it was strange. They aren't usually the kind of men to panic so easily.
And does Hopkins ever go home? Anyone would think that young man lived at Baker Street.
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Date: 2014-05-18 09:29 am (UTC)Friday
Decided to write up an old case for publication but realised I had left the relevant notebook at Baker Street. When I went to retrieve my notes, I found Holmes absent but I pottered back downstairs to exchange a few pleasantries with Mrs. Hudson before I returned to my lodgings.
As I passed by her broom cupboard, I was startled to hear muffled cries coming from within. Naturally I immediately pulled on the handle--the door gave a little but appeared to be jammed. There was a brief tug-of-war with the wretched thing and then I managed to wrench the door fully open. Inside the cupboard I found Holmes and Hopkins--apparently that faulty lock had struck again!
My heart went out to my two friends. They looked so rumpled: red in the face and perspiring profusely. Though it was strange. They aren't usually the kind of men to panic so easily.
And does Hopkins ever go home? Anyone would think that young man lived at Baker Street.