Hi again. I just came back from this dreadful one hour New Years walk Mrs Hudson forced me to go on with some of her Thursday morning coffee club friends.She thought I could use some fresh air. I've got a question, what's the point of having Windows if you're still forced to go out on walks? I mean, all you need to do is stick your head out of a window to get some fresh air yet people still leave their houses to get some air. It's illogical. It really is. I mean people these days they're so stupid why would you want to waist your energy walking around some place you've seen millions of times instead of focusing your energy on something that really matters?!
"Sherlock! Come help me prepare super!"
"I'll be down in a minute!"
I've got to go help Mrs Hudson prepare her famous New Years supper. She's invited Mycroft, Molly and Lestrade to eat at her place tonight. I just can't wait. I'm, I'm being sarcastic; obviously.
I'll talk to you later. I mean, it's not, it's not as though we're having a real conversation given the fact that you haven't actually answered your phone when I called you but, you know what I mean.
Ok I have to go,
Bye.
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Voice mails from Sherlock to John
FanfictionAfter two years and a half of not speaking or seeing his best friend, Sherlock finally calls John and opens up about his feelings. Slowly. Gently.
