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[heartofbakerst]

Well. Thank God that's over.

I'd wanted to make a post on the network before, but, well, you all saw what had happened.

I am currently hiring for office positions at Baker Street Surgery. I'm afraid just one man can't run clerk and physician, and it's all gotten... a little more than I can handle right now. So if you think you might be up to the task, I'd be happy to see your resume. Just drop it off at the surgery any time between 10 AM and 5 PM.

For those interested, I am searching for someone who is well-organised, clean, has good handwriting/or can type faster than I can. I'm currently sitting at about 40 wpm, so it shouldn't be hard to beat.

Text to Sherlock
Not a damn word about what happened.

Comments

[worldsonly]

I was predisposed to the hoarding instinct, I don't know what
you want from me.

[heartofbakerst]

And I sincerely thought it was my duty to take your head back to some village somewhere.

Still, you were very sweet with those rabbits.

[worldsonly]

Don't be so sentimental, John. It's not as if I gathered them up
for a cuddle, they wander where they want.

[heartofbakerst]

They don't usually hop up onto furniture, but I'll let you have it. The rabbits were your hoard.

[worldsonly]

Among other things.

[heartofbakerst]

Other things? There wasn't anything else there except me and the pets.

[worldsonly]

How observant of you, John.