FTEC, Friday (21/1)

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He had finally managed to sit down and write out a - very, er, altered - account of his first two or three months in Fandom last night, for his blog. Checking on his responses, John was already starting to wonder if it had been such a brilliant idea.

So you and Sherlock are shacking up on an island now, are you?? That's not news. MORE DETAILS!
Harry Watson, 21 July 10:23

John rubbed at his forehead until the headache abated.

Get your mind out of the gutter, Harry. Just following a job, I told you.
John Watson, 21 July, 11:11

Half an hour later, he got another ping back.

What?? You ARE on an island. BOTH of you. You told me months ago. You're still not back. What's REALLY going on?
Harry Watson, 21 July, 11:40

John was sorely tempted to send her his first response back - the smattering of keystrokes that had accumulated after his forehead had hit the keyboard. He sighed, and erased them, then composed another civil response to his sister.

What is happening is that I have been talking with a lovely lady called Lacey. And before you ask, it's early days, please don't.
John Watson, 21 July, 11:43

He swore he was going to throttle her some day. ...Right after he kept the nurses from spilling the address of his blog to everyone else in the clinic.

Comments

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Oh, like that was going to work, John.

Once again, you gloss over the important details of my work. Really, John. I must insist you refrain from treating my life like a torrid romance novel. I understand this might be difficult when dealing with the delusions of your grammatically challenged sister, but you must try.
SH, 21 July, 12:46

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Oh, for the love of all that was holy.

Not that John found out until half an hour later, when he'd finally caught hold of the head nurse.

Don't you have some shopping to do?
John Watson, 21 July, 13:25