He’s been bored. But thats not necessarily bad unless he’s destroying our flat. We’re running out of Mycroft’s money to pay for damages.

Sometimes when he’s bored Sherlock gets clingy. And affectionate. Considering him normally, it’s a nice break from all his fits for him to just enjoy being close to me.

He’s sneering as I type this, but he doesn’t get it: that’s the best part. Sherlock Holmes is embarrassed.

Who else (other than his brother) can say they have that power of him?

No one.

At this point I’m thinking of putting him up for adoption.

Can you do that with your flatmate?

JW

He’s been good about it recently. Hasn’t had a fit over it since…last month, was it?

Thirty-six days ago.

Right. By the way, Mrs. H said she has something for you in her kitchen. Might want to stop down there once you quit fiddling with the carpet.

You act like stains are trivial, John. In all honestly, stains can be the entity of a case.

Not many people spend their Sunday mornings sitting in the middle of a room injecting blood onto their rug with a dropper. Just a bit different was all I was saying.

Sherlock broke a window with a printer.

That’s all.

JW

Aside from the fact that Sherlock tried poisoning me again today with my tea, fine thank you.

It was an experiment. I wouldn’t of had to have done it if we had cases.

Just because we don’t have cases doesn’t mean you poison me. Again.

Not exactly.

He has done other things. Like make a loud mess in the kitchen to have me think that he hurt himself. Or blow something up. Or set off the fire alarm. The amount of times I’ve had to run out of the shower dripping wet is incredible. Pain in the arse to clean the floors, though.

It’s not that often. Sometimes my experiments simply fail.

Either way, I like seeing your face covered in ashes.

Shut up.

No.

Mrs. Hudson says we act like a married couple.

Arguing is adoration in our language.

I thought our language was eyebrow raising for takeout.

That too.

I assure you we’re still together and aren’t planning on changing it anytime soon. Sherlock just doesn’t seem to understand the dangers of some of his experiments and the health risks they bring.

If it really bothers you I’ll pitch it. Just join me in bed. It’s not as warm without you.

You sod.

Thank you.

Coming along nicely.

I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.

There’s no mold in our room, John.

Doesn’t matter.

Boring.

Relaxing actually. I need to stop by Tesco later. He’s used up all our cheese. Says it’s for mold growth.

The last experiment for mold didn’t result in anything because John moved my petri dishes away from the window due to being a “bloody eye sore, Sherlock”. I assure you the mold was hardly even present before he moved it.

Now we have cheese and dairy near every window.

It’s lovely.

No. No it’s not.

I’ll have it finished by noon.

Sherlock?

Yes?

Where are you? I woke and you weren’t here.

Bart’s. I needed to run a few more tests on the shirt and blood stains before I’m certain.

Oh. Leave a note next time, will you?

If I have a chance to.