Prompt: Mrs Hudson's Christmas cooking
From: cjnwriter
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A shiver ran up her spine as she carried home some potatoes and carrots fresh from the market. Footsteps quickened down the pavement towards Baker Street.
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Mrs. Hudson knew at once there was trouble arising in her flat at 221 Baker Street. And she needed only one guess as to whom was behind it...
Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.
As much as she loved her two tenants, she was bone weary of handling their antics; may it be risking their lives to bring London's notorious killers to the gallows or merely setting the living room on fire from experiments gone wrong, Mrs. Hudson had seen it all. And charged for it all to boot.
So, what in Heaven's name made her think she could entrust the safety of her turkey and stuffing to her chaos-bound lodgers? They were little better than schoolboys sometimes!
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Sure enough, Mrs. Hudson let a sigh of despair escape her as she saw smoke billowing from the windows of 221B.
"Oh dear!" She muttered to herself. "Will those two ever learn?"
Sure enough, Mr. Holmes and the Doctor were both standing outside, at least having the grace to look sheepish on seeing her approach.
"Ah, Mrs. Hudson! Welcome back..." Mr. Holmes said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"What happened, Mr. Holmes?" Asked Mrs. Hudson wearily, folding her arms and giving her lodger the 'if you do not have a reasonable explanation for setting my kitchen on fire and for getting the fire brigade out here again, I will seriously consider evicting you' look.
Both men gulped.
"Well, it was just a mishap with some acetone, Mrs. Hudson," Began Holmes. "I needed some assistance dealing with it going on fire."
"Yes. Holmes burned his hand." Watson added. "So, I went to bandage it up, and..."
"We forgot about the turkey."
Mrs Hudson sighed again, with renewed exasperation.
"We're sorry, Mrs. Hudson." Watson said shamefully.
"It's a wonder how you haven't evicted us after all we've put you through," Added Holmes, sheepishly.
Their landlady shook her head fondly.
"You're my tenants." She said, smiling. "My life would be rather quiet without you gentlemen to brighten up a boring Thursday afternoon."