A slight Doctor Who crossover here.
I've had all of these a while, guys, so expect a lot. The first one was written in early January.
Wilfred owns the café next door to Mrs Hudson and he is always going back to Doncaster to go and visit Donna at her job. There is no wife in Doncaster.
"AND WHO IS SHE?" Mrs Hudson boomed as she threw something towards the door. She didn't have time to pay attention to what she threw but she heard the certain smashing of plates.
"Please, just listen to me!" Wilfred called out from behind the counter. He didn't know that this would happen after he stopped selling papers. It was quieter there. Even quieter in the allotments.
"WHO IS SHE, WILFRED?"
"Who is who?" He protested as she began to whip him with a tea towel.
"The women in Doncaster!" Wilfred stood up, trying to protest but it didn't stop Mrs Hudson hitting him. "Don't lie to me, I know she exists!"
"THAT'S MY DAUGHTER AND GRANDDAUGHTER!" Wilfred blurted out. Mrs Hudson dropped the tea towel almost suddenly and a look of guilt spread across her face.
She walked over to the nearest table and collapsed into a chair. Stupid Sherlock. Butting his nose in. When Mrs Hudson had gone to Doncaster to find a stern looking woman with greying hair open the door, she had stormed away back to London immediately. "But I thought they lived in London?"
"Donna moved because she got a job. My daughter is visiting her." Wilfred replied, taking the seat next to Mrs Hudson and placing his hand gently on top of hers. "I'm sorry I caused you the bother."
"I was the bother, Wilfred." Hanging her head in shame, Mrs Hudson mentally ticked the box in her head which told her not to always listen to Sherlock. "How about I go with you to the hill tonight?"
Wilfred beamed at her. "I think that'd be champion."