"Quick Watson! Hide the glass!" Mrs Hudson heard Holmes mutter as she came up the stairs. She shook her head in despair. Those boys could never just learn to look after things. Oh no, she didn't blame the doctor for it. She knew he wasn't the one responsible.

It was Mr Holmes she blamed. Every piece of china she took upstairs came back down destroyed. She was now considering buying paper plates for their use, as it seemed anything else would be broken! Messing with chemicals, throwing cups at the walls, plates under the sofa cushions. It was simply unbelievable! Any other housekeeper would have given up and sent them away.

Yet Mrs Hudson knew she would never do that. Whatever their faults, these were her boys, and she would never throw them out of her home. It had become their home now as well. Instead she shook her head, opened the door, and asked, "Now what have you broken?"