WORST
Sometimes, Mrs. Hudson thought that she must have the worst tenants in all of England.
Really, she couldn't understand how she stood them. Mr. Holmes with his cocaine and completely eccentric habits and all those…clients who came to visit him, really it made her shudder. Each day, she woke up, expecting to find him dead.
And the doctor…well, at least he was a bit better. Poor man, living with Mr. Holmes was enough to drive any fellow lodger around the edge. Not that he was any better; his life in Afghanistan had made him almost as erratic as Mr. Holmes and all that tobacco! Dear god!
And that day they came in through the front door, smiling and laughing. They handed her a Christmas goose, nicely fattened up and went upstairs, hand in hand, laughing and talking. She heard the tinkle of glasses and smiled.
Sometimes, Mrs. Hudson thought that she must have the best tenants in all of Britain.