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John returned home from another tedious trip to Tesco. While every little may help, the little help he got when the chip and pin refused to work did not. He had stood and shouted abuse at the machine, considered leaving, decided that actually, he and Sherlock really did need milk and had queued up for fifteen minutes to pay at a normal till where the person scanning his shopping did not have some kind of bizarre grudge held against him.
He had just finished filling the cupboards when he heard a thunk, thunk, thunk behind him, he turned around to watch Sherlock dropping apples one by one into the bin.
“Sherlock, what are you doing?”
“An apple a day keeps the doctor away John.”
“Right, and you don’t want to be healthy because?”
“You are a doctor John.”
“Yes, I am.”
“You must not go away.”
Needless to say, John no longer bought apples again lest they experienced the same fate those deliciously crunchy looking braeburn apples had experienced.