Mrs Hudson had just sat down and was enjoying tea and biscuits along with the 5o'clock news broadcast when the noise started.
At five past five she was approximately two tenths of the way through the tea and had eaten 6 ninths of a biscuit when the noise began to change. It had started with the clatter of something being thrown on the floor. Then a few other noises of things being swept out of the way. She had dismissed it as Sherlock being Sherlock. Now she heard footsteps, two sets moving in almost exactly the same place and a thud. It sounded violent.
At 5.08pm she was once again disturbed by movement. More thuds, clatters and Footsteps. If she listened closely something soft had also landed on the floor, something suspiciously like a shirt. But her hearing was going in her old age and she didn't hear this bit. Two minutes, half a biscuit and some more tea later she heard a long, drawn out groan followed by an odd guttural noise. This was preceded by a few more thuds and crashes. She frowned at the ceiling but managed to re-focus her attention at the TV. It wasn't until the sound of the bangs changed and the cries became more frequent and intense, the word 'Sherlock' could be vaguely recognised in the cacophony coming from above, that she frowned, switched the TV off and headed upstairs to see what all the fuss was about.
With every step the sounds got more and more heightened and fevered, coming more and more often. She was just about to open the door, her mouth already open ready to scold the disturbance when she caught sight of the source through the fogged glass panel in the door. Now, Mrs Hudson's mind is in no way that disposed or inclined but from what she had, very accidentally, glimpsed there was no doubt about the exact cause of the noise (in this case;Sherlock, but let's leave that exactly where it is, yes?). A hand flew to her mouth and she turned away with record breaking speed. The smile, that she was trying so very hard to contain, refused to stop tugging at her lips and by the time she was half way down the stairs she had to pause because the 60something year old woman had caught a case of the full blown giggles. Bent double, wiping tears away from her eyes she caught her breath before composing herself (sort of) and rounded the corner just in time to hear two unison cries of
"MRS HUDSON!"
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