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[ Oh look, he finally made himself a blog on the castle's version of the internet. About bloody time. Now you all get to read some of John's thoughts about how crazy everything is! And how wonderful it is to live with Sherlock Holmes. ]

The Personal Blog of Dr. John H. Watson

The Paradisan Problem

Six months. It's been six months to the day since I got here. Eight for Sherlock. Honestly I don't know how he's able to do it, stay sane. Not sure how I'm managing it either but I'm managing. I actually meant to start writing this earlier, figured it would give me something to do other than rearrange the medicine draws in the clinic. Then things happened, I might get into them later, and it just got pushed aside. Well, better late than never right?

I miss London. It's funny there was a time where I honestly didn't think I'd ever say that, but now? Well I really do miss it. I miss the cases. The running around streets after a suspect. Hell I'm even starting to miss Anderson's complaining when we turn up to a crime scene. There isn't that much crime here, I don't really understand it. The people here somehow manage to go through life without so much as a proper murder. There are accidents, yeah, thefts and other petty crimes but that is about it.

What I would give for a good murder mystery.

...On second thought ignore that.

I wouldn't mind a straight up mystery though, that would be nice. For the both of us, Sherlock included. It is only a matter of time before the kitchen is set on fire again. Speaking of which I should probably start breakfast before he tries to take it over.

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[ A little after he makes that post he opens the journal, not saying anything straight away though. Multitasking can be difficult. ]

Does anyone know of any puzzles? Riddles? Mysteries? Difficult ones preferably.