I seem to have lost count of the number of times I have been bitten by this damned goat today. Figuratively. In reality it was forty-three, but that is irrelevant. I do not have time for Lestrade's irrational jealousy whenever I turn my back on him. I have important work to be doing.
Someone take him for a walk before I lock him in a closet.
I assume presently there is little that can be said or done to make this time less difficult.
Still, I am sorry to
It is deeply unfortunate that
However, whenever you are feeling up for it, I have access to hot air balloons, and they are often quite diverting.
If there is anything else I can offer, please let me know.
What are you doing tomorrow evening?