A Progression of Post-its
It began in spring with a Post-it on the fridge reading simply: DON'T. John didn't and found something from the cupboard for breakfast.
The notes grew less terse that summer: CONTENTS UNDER PRESSURE. He wisely stayed away.
They expanded over autumn and into winter.
Kitchen table: VOLATILE EXPERIMENT. John guessed, but appreciated the warning.
Bathroom mirror: WILL REPLACE YOUR TOOTHBRUSH. He supposed mouthwash would do today.
Sitting room: AVOID SOFA. DON'T TELL MRS H.
Mantelpiece: TOXIC FLOCKING POWDER! DO NOT INHALE!
Lestrade read the latest warning. "Since when is Sherlock so considerate?"
John smiled. "Since he fell in love, actually."