Written a few days ago - haven’t had time to post it until now.
I’m sorry to say that I broke Mrs Hudson’s stairs, though. The banister. I realised at, oh, three in the morning I hadn’t eaten yet, and there was nothing in of course, so I went to Tesco’s. On my return, an assassin had broken in and tried to kill me. It was just like old times.
Thankfully I was faster or I wouldn’t be writing this now and I’d never have known Sherlock was alive all that time.
I contacted Sigerson, the “secret agent” who has been looking into Moriarty and Sherlock’s death, who, I realise now, had been looking for the remaining assassin. The man lying dead/unconscious on our floor.
The next thing I know, Sigerson’s going on about his work being finished and leaves a message ending in -SH and Sherlock says he’ll be there in five minutes. At first I thought someone had hacked his account - Moriarty - maybe. Then I just thought I was going insane. But no.
There was a knock at the door and there he was, all tall and coat-collars, pale as anything, like nothing had changed. So I punched him.
He’s told me everything, how he survived the fall and what he did since then, and I’ve been sworn to secrecy. Even the papers don’t know. It’s all caused quite a stir outside.
He’s convinced that he couldn’t tell me for my own safety, and I’m just going to have to be satisfied with that.Though I do wish he had trusted me more, especially since I finished off the last one.
I didn’t think things could go back to normal, but they have. Sherlock’s downstairs now, on the violin. The look on his face when he saw that thing - it was as close to a parent reunited with his child as Sherlock’s probably ever going to get.
Going to have to have a word with him about the smoking though.