What an evening.

Whoever caused Watson to fall down the stairs and injure himself had seriously better watch his step, because I am about two paces from opening a can of Ye Olde Victorian Cane WHAPing.

Watson is sleeping it off now, and he did give me a biscuit to enjoy, but this simply will not do! Watson has done absolutely nothing to warrant an ( Read more... )

Hmmm...this record-keeping is Watson's domain. He endeavors to be my biographer; I've had little interest in taking the time to commit my thoughts to paper. I'd always envisioned correcting his romantic recounts after my retirement, when my mind will beg for stimulation.

And yet, I find myself compelled to keep a record of the goings on here.

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