Imagine it if you will. Me typing away at my “office” in the kitchen. Cats chasing one another around the house because that’s what they do. And my husband out of the house for most of the day. Sweet quiet, which is what I need if I’m ever going to edit the novel I wrote in November. It has been a very slow process to say the very least! But I hear that’s how it usually is. At least I’m in good company.
Where was I? Ah yes…quiet, just what the doctor ordered.
But naturally just as that last thought ‘just what the doctor ordered’ crossed my mind guess what turned up in my back yard? Yup, the mad man in the blue box.
Naturally I unlocked the door and went back to what I was doing. He’d let himself in, always did. I should thank him for not landing it in my dining room again.
I did take a look to see what was taking so long. He appeared to be talking to someone in the TARDIS and it looked as thought they weren’t going to be coming along into the house as the doctor seemed to be asking them to do. Perhaps his new companion was a bit shy around strangers. But I thought I saw something, a long dark coat with blue scarf flash between the door hinges, but I couldn’t be sure of it. Not yet.
Meanwhile poor Georgia was sitting on the chair opposite me. No doubt hoping for some crackers or better yet some cheese that I might share with her. That is until she heard The Doctor’s footsteps on the outside stairs.
Georgia does not take well to anyone who isn’t me or my husband. So sticking around for this visitor was clearly out of the question and she was gone in a flash just as the door burst open.
“Hello! Long time no see! Mind if I sit? Good, can’t stay long.”
I somehow was a little surprised by this. Usually he’s all about running back out the door, me in tow, and then we’re off to who know where! “Have plans then do you?” I asked.
“Mmm, house guest, rather prickly. Don’t want to stay long.” He fidgeted with his hands a little more then reached across to snatch up my tea cup.
“Help yourself.” I sighed. I don’t like to share, especially when it happens to be my tea! Instead I snapped up my bag of crackers and placed them on my lap. I was not in a sharing mood. “So whose the house guest?” I mean really how could I not ask that? Wouldn’t you ask?
“Just a guest. What’s this? It’s good, might have to pick some up.” He handed me my now half empty cup back. Which was my own fault there was still hot water I could have offered him a cup.
“It never seems to be ‘just a guest’ when it comes to you. No offense. I waited, yet no answer was forthcoming. Fine I’ll play. “The tea is called Baker Street Afternoon. You like it then?” I sat back and smiled as I watched the look on his face change.
“Well, it’s good, thanks. Should be off, loads to do. Don’t want to keep him waiting. Big day and all!” He was out of his seat quite quick and there in an instant all the pieces fell into place. So I tested that theory as he began to walk through the open door.
“Wish Mr. Holmes a happy birthday for me.” I said with a smile.*
He looked out in the direction of the TARDIS, then back at me and smiled and placed a finger to his lips and was gone. Leaving me once again to the quiet and my editing. I smiled again as I heard the TARDIS take off and went about making myself another cup of tea. Then I thought my editing could wait an hour or so in order to pay a little birthday homage to the great detective.
*Where else could Sherlock have been for three years? I mean really!