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impulsereader*Advise details of milk selection.*
John can just see Sherlock, tapping his foot impatiently, awaiting the response. He looked up at Sarah guiltily. “Sorry, it’s Sherlock.”
She tensed, caught her lower lip between her teeth for an instant. “John -,” she began in a warning tone.
“No, sorry, I’ll not go dashing off, I promise. It’s just -,” he paused fitfully, then finished in a rush, “He’s doing the shopping, and it’s just now hitting me what an awful and terrible thing I’ve unwittingly unleashed on the world by sending him to the shops.”
Sarah stared at him for an instant, then laughter bubbled up from the depths of her and she looked ten years younger and as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. “You got Sherlock to do the shopping?” she asked, her words punctuated with giggles.
John grinned and playfully protested, “It was his idea, I just gave him the list.”
Sarah’s laughter only grew. “A list! You gave Sherlock a list and sent him to the shops! Oh my god, this is wonderful. There’s bound to be an exploding Tesco any second. You should really phone round to the nearest A&E so they’re prepared.”
John can just see Sherlock, tapping his foot impatiently, awaiting the response. He looked up at Sarah guiltily. “Sorry, it’s Sherlock.”
She tensed, caught her lower lip between her teeth for an instant. “John -,” she began in a warning tone.
“No, sorry, I’ll not go dashing off, I promise. It’s just -,” he paused fitfully, then finished in a rush, “He’s doing the shopping, and it’s just now hitting me what an awful and terrible thing I’ve unwittingly unleashed on the world by sending him to the shops.”
Sarah stared at him for an instant, then laughter bubbled up from the depths of her and she looked ten years younger and as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. “You got Sherlock to do the shopping?” she asked, her words punctuated with giggles.
John grinned and playfully protested, “It was his idea, I just gave him the list.”
Sarah’s laughter only grew. “A list! You gave Sherlock a list and sent him to the shops! Oh my god, this is wonderful. There’s bound to be an exploding Tesco any second. You should really phone round to the nearest A&E so they’re prepared.”
