A study in pink

The Personal Blog of Dr John H Watson

How's your blog going?

Fine.Good.Very good.

Written much?

Not a word.

John, it's going to take your a while to adjust to civilian life.

Sure.

And it will help so much to write about everything that's happening to you.

Nothing happens to me.

As far as we can see, no marks on the body.

No identification. Same as the others.

Exactly the same.

Um, you're not phoning him are you?

Because we can handle this. We can absolutely handle it.

You've got work to do.

This is Inspector Lestrade. Please call me as soon as you get this.

I think we're going to need you.

John! John Watson!

Stamford. Mike Stamford. Right.

We were at Bart's together.

Yes, sorry. Yes, Mike, hello.

Yeah, I know, I got fat. No...

I heard you were abroad somewhere getting shot at.

What happened?

I got shot.

So you still at Bart's, then? Teaching now.

Bright young things, like we used to be.

God, I hate them. What about you?

Staying in town till you get yourself sorted?

Can't for London on an army pension.

I don't know, get yourself a flat-share or something?

Who'd want me for a flatmate?

What?

Well, you're the second person to say that to me today.

Who was the first?

How fresh?

Just in. Sixty-seven, natural causes.

used to work here, donated his body.

I knew him. He was nice.

Fine. We'll start with the riding crop.

So, bad day, was it?

I need to know what bruises form in the next 20 minutes.

A man's alibi depends on it. Text me.

Listen, I was wondering , maybe later...

Are you wearing lipstick? you weren't wearing lipstick before.

I just refreshed it a bit.

Sorry, you were saying?

I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee?

Black, two sugars please, I'll be upstairs.

Okay.

When you have eliminated the impossible whatever remains must be the truth.

If you can see the church from the bedroom, Davies is your man.