1. The cosy sound of bad weather thrashing and beating the walls.
2. I've got time and space and bandwidth to play with the layout of my planner this week instead of relying on the same-old same-old.
3. Even Watson has the grace to seem embarrassed at the end of The Copper Beeches -- yet another story where Sherlock Holmes lets a woman put herself in gothic novel-style danger and do all the heavy investigative lifting so he can swoop in at the last minute, make some deductions and take the credit. I'm not surprised the great detective spends so much time moaning about being bored and under-stimulated; and I would give a lot for a run of Violet Hunter gothic thriller stories.
