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The Personal Blog of Dr. John H. Watson

Adventures in Parenting

If anyone doesn't hear from me after this, it is because my flatmate has does something drastic. Like stolen my laptop and journal and found some elaborate place to hide them in. Or destroyed them all together. Or he is plotting my horrible demise. I can't say for sure.

So I'm going to type this as quickly as I can, hopefully I'll manage to get a head start on him.

I could be wrong, he might not care but it doesn't hurt to cover my bases.

Alright. Here goes.

Sherlock makes a decent parent. Really, he does. Maybe not the best parent there ever was, but he's certainly better than the entirety of Scotland Yard thought it might be. And honestly? All that stuff with the kids made me glad I managed to get off easy--Well that is a bit of a lie. I didn't really get off easy. Still had to help take care of the kid. She wasn't that bad. Harry always said I'd make a great uncle, I guess she was right. I may have done a bit of spoiling. Not much. Just a bit.

Right. I'm going to go hide my laptop before something bad happens to it. Just in case.

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[ And the journal is opened to an amused and pleased John: ] Feels good to be blogging, even if it isn't about cases.

Comments

[workaphilic]

No, I don't think I'll be deleting this one. Could need it later, you never know.

[confidente]

No, you won't need it. Better off deleting it.

[workaphilic]

Well, that's very reckless of you, John. Can't possibly know that for sure.

[confidente]

Oh I do, I know it for sure.

[workaphilic]

Too bad.

[confidente]

You're an ass.

[workaphilic]

Thank you.

[REPUTATION RESTORED. see what he did there.]