Prompt from sirensbane: Evening routine.
Mrs Hudson had a very particular evening routine. (At least, she had used to.)
She tidied up her kitchen for the night, making sure everything was spick and span in its place. (She snuck one last treat to Toby, warming himself by her fireplace while his temporary master was occupied.)
She washed her face with water and vinegar, just enough to feel clean without risking ill humours from over-cleanliness. (She washed her face of tears, knowing her boys were out of danger now and would need some steadying tea.)
She changed into her nightclothes and dressing gown, carrying her candle with her to bed. (She changed bandages when the doctor was too exhausted to stay awake any longer, lit a candle for Mr Holmes when his nightmares kept him from sleeping.)
She thanked God for the day and asked for His blessing for tomorrow. (She thanked God for keeping her boys alive and asked for His strength as they healed.)
She slept. (She slept.)
Her routine was simple, as was her life, and she didn't need it any other way. (Her routine was disrupted, as was her life, but she wouldn't have it any other way.)