221B Baker Street
221B Baker Street, what some would call our work, but we knew it as home.
I remember it like yesterday, London was going through a revolution which meant property was extremely expensive.
I was struggling to ﬁnd a property that I could afford on my own, having just left the army.
It wasn’t until a friend of mine, Stamford said that he knew of another person also looking a partner to share a property with.
Stamford took me to see this person in a pub south of London and it was here I met the famous Sherlock Holmes.
Holmes had already booked a viewing of the property even before we met and before you knew it, it was the next day and we were standing outside 221B Baker Street.
We inspected the rooms of Baker Street, of which consisted of a couple of comfortable bed-rooms and a single large sitting-room, cheerfully furnished, and illuminated by two broad windows. The property located near Regent’Park was perfect and it was here that we agreed that it is was home. Of course, Sherlock already knew that having signed the paper work the night before after we left the pub.