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Dr Watson reviews his tab at the Hound and Ferret

Dr Watson reviews his tab at the Hound and Ferret

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The Lost Diaries – Deaf on the Moor

I’ve been struggling with an ear infection recently, most likely caused by Mrs Hudson’s attempts to retrieve a sequin with one of her knitting needles [well he will wear my frocks! – Mrs H].  This has prevented me from enjoying some of my usual pleasures such as attending a Brahms recital or listening to the tinker’s wife opposite accuse him of tinkering with the flower lady.  Therefore I have returned to some of my old notes and scrapbooks and came across this apt tale from my adventures with Holmes down on the moors.

Holmes had uncovered a rotten blackmail plot amongst the Farquhars of  Bodmin and things had turned nasty resulting in a pistol stand-off outside of a local public house [splendid ale pie!]

The villain was about to do for Holmes with a well-aimed shot but I was on him in a flash. The bullet whistled past my ear, ricocheted off the pub sign, bounced off a fencepost and landed next to the same ear. Temporarily deafened I staggered to my feet to find that Holmes had the fellow on the ground and had subdued him with his hat and some spare sock garters.

The next day my hearing had mostly returned  – although I did manage to walk through a local pheasant-shoot and set up a picnic  – but my ordeal was far from over.  In honour of our efforts  the regional mayor organised a celebration party on the village green and invited a photographer. Holmes was happily posing for a photograph when I stepped a little too near the magnesium flash and deafened myself in the other ear.  There then followed two weeks of near-silence – a time of wretchedness and frustration  – but possibly my fondest memories of my third marriage.

Flash Git

Flash Git

 

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The Hoffnung-Meininger Conspiracy 2

15:30 Consider going to my club but there is a slight breeze which plays havoc with my Afghan leg. Instead check on Mrs Hudson’s varicose veins for which I prescribe a codeine solution and that she make me a plate of ham sandwiches.

mr jackson - butcher and gentleman16:50 Called upon by local butcher, Mr Jackson, who is in some dispute with Holmes over late payment for a Christmas goose. In Holmes’s’ absence I take over negotiations by telling him I have a loaded revolver in my pocket. The goose is now free and we also have front row seats at the theatre courtesy of Mrs Jackson.

18:00 Potter round drawing room.

18:08 Potter round drawing room again but this time as Nelson at Waterloo. Move on to WG Grace playing cricket, then Disraeli, then Disraeli playing cricket at Waterloo. Have great success using a poker to perfect a defensive stance against a spin bowler but Mrs Hudson is unimpressed by my fielding practice using one of her dumplings. She is even less impressed by my asking for an early supper.

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