Mrs. Hudson

Of course you're not dear... Another herbal tea?

I don't know about all of these loud bands the young ones seem to like, but I do like a bit of Frank Sinatra. Sherlock hates me playing it, he says he can't think, honestly you'd think he were my landlord at times...

I don't know about knocking myself out... Sherlock did that once, good job John was around. Nasty business!

Sherlock doesn't much go in for pranks.

I could whip up one of my sherry trifles if anyone would like..?

Come on in dear, and take your coat off. There's a plate of scones on the coffee table, and a pot of tea, Mycroft brought one of his special blends over the other day, It's from South China apparently. I don't see what's wrong with good old PG Tips myself...

Ooh, Poor John, always missing out...

Save some for John, he likes cheese...

Oh thank you dear... I would put it in a vase but Sherlock's filled them all with... well I don't quite know what he's filled them with...

Sherlock doesn't need any encouragement... Reminds me of that time I found him in St Bart's lying in one of the mortuary lockers... He said it helps him to think...

I don't like all these gory flicks they have on nowadays... whatever happened to gone with the wind? *flicks feather duster around the room* Honestly, anyone would think I was the housekeeper around here...

Whenever I go out Sherlock always has me taske a good supply of my herbal soothers... And look at this mess! I'm going to have to get the vacuum out before much longer...

Gingerbread men, at this hour? I'll have to get Mycroft to put his pinny on...

Oooh, Sherlock loves a good gingerbread man...

Coffee... well I think I have some somewhere... all of these people here just for me? I'm all of a fluster!