Watson was sitting on his red armchair,writing birth dates into his small notebook,so he could buy everyone gifts this year.
He was writing down Mrs Hudson's, when he turned to Holmes and asked, "When is your birthday,sherlock?"
Sherlock,who was puffing on a cigarette smiled. "Is it time for a riddle?"
"Anytime." Watson chuckled. He was terrible at riddles.
There was,however,a time when John had been good at riddles,but that was a longtime ago,one could even say in a different world...
"Okay,well I turned forty,two days ago,and next year I shall be forty-two."
"But... But,that's preposterous!" Exclaimed Watson,who had written the notes down.
Sherlock grinned. "Indeed."
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