There is no doubt in my mind that John can blog about the bees, and a bit about home refurbishment and the path in the woods and possibly a solved mystery or two, even if they aren't murders.

This was beautiful and reflective and I loved the part about the estate agent not catching the names at all. I also loved the part about their staying in London until Mrs Hudson died and 221B couldn't be what it had been for so long. The scene by the hospital bed was so tender and John's issues with automation a good counterpoint.

Lovely story.