It’s on the cards
Mar 12, 2020
3 minutes
HERE’S a scene in the Cumberbatch series when Mrs Hudson bewails the habitual carnage of the great detective’s rooms. And I wonder why. Is this doughty housekeeper really so innocent of the state in which men habitually keep their inner sancta? Looking round my study now – guncases stacked in a corner, man-eating leopard staring balefully from the floor, sporting books about to avalanche off the shelves – I’m rather pleased that it’s tidier than usual and less fragrant since I found the dead mole the Sealyham pup killed and left as a present down the side
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