A/N: as per chapter one. Refers vaguely to all three episodes.
Many, many thanks to all who have read, or read and reviewed so far:-)
Sherlock and companions do not belong to me.
Any mistakes are my own.
A 221B: POV of Mrs Hudson.(for bkwrm19 )
Boys
Your housekeeper?
The very thought!
I've better things to do.
Some biscuits and a pot of tea?
One sugar, dear?
Or two?
~o~
Your housekeeper?
Of course I'm not!
I won't be put upon.
I'm not your cleaner, cook nor maid.
Two bedrooms, dear?
Or one?
~o~
Your housekeeper?
You rent my flat;
A purely business deal.
And when precisely did you last
Consume
A decent meal?
~o~
Your housekeeper?
What makes you think
I'm at your beck and call?
I've just popped in with supper tray;
Just passing by;
That's all.
~o~
Your housekeeper?
I'm not the type
To be a willing slave!
My late, and unlamented, spouse
Is turning
In his grave!
~o~
Your housekeeper?
Ridiculous!
I have my hip, you know;
But someone has to make the tea,
As clients
Come and go.
~o~
Your housekeeper?
Well, that's absurd!
You'd like a second cup?
That recent spate of suicides
Is bound to
Cheer you up.
~o~
Your housekeeper?
You've got it wrong!
That's not what I'm here for.
You'll have to pour the milk yourself;
There's someone
At the door.
~o~
Your housekeeper?
That's not my job;
I own your living space.
My wall is not a bit enhanced
By sprayed-on
Smiley face!
~o~
They're right, of course!
Far worse, you see,
Than bullets, mess and noise;
Was life, alone, in Baker Street,
Without
My precious boys.
~o~