motherholmes started following you
Mummy really? Is this necessary? Dearest Mycroft is already watching me like a hawk you know.
miss-m-hooper asked: Are you up for going to coffee at sometime? Need to talk.
Of course Molly, name a time and place. I’m not busy. -SH
I only went to get the milk! Oh, and John’s bread. And somehow I ended up in this… oh, I don’t even know what it was!
You see, in the bread isle, there were these - well, these hooligans I suppose. They didn’t seem it then, of course, almost civil, really. But I, I couldn’t help but notice that they were putting things back in the wrong place. I mean, everybody does that once in a while, I’m not saying that’s a punishable offence, even I do it once in a while! But it was milk in a non-refridgerated section, and that’s going to be forgotten and go off, isn’t it? So I politely asked them if they’d like to go put it back where it had been, there’s a nice man, and do you know what they did? The little - monster swore at me! And he insulted my cardigan!
Well now, that got my senses tingling. If someone swears like that at a more mature lady, they’re not right. So even though I had the milk and the bread and some cake slices now I think about it, I followed them a bit. Well, who knows what else they would have done! And it was a bloody good job I did, too. Because they tried to steal something, didn’t they?! I swear, I saw two of those boys slip stuff into their jackets! Some - you know - protection. So I told the security man immediately, and I felt all smug as I watched them be marched off to some little room somewhere. Hopefully a cold room.
Of course, then they only bloody well went and pulled me along too, didn’t they? How ingrateful! I’d done my bit, but they wanted to ask me about the boys and what I’d seen and all I could think about was how I’d only come in for the boy’s milk, and I needed to get back because I’d left the oven on with a pasta bake in it, and with Sherlock away poor John was probably just enjoying the silence, he wouldn’t go check it, and I told the security man this but he just ignored he! Wouldn’t let me go until I’d made a statement! Fifteen damn minutes that took!
Anyway. I got back too late to save my bake. Took me half an hour to make, that did. So sorry boys, it’s cheese on toast if you want me to make your dinner. Not that I should. Not your housekeeper, remember!
See if I go there again. ASDA next time, I think. They do a nice clothes range, I’m told.
Ah Mrs Hudson, perhaps I should tell Lestrade of your efforts to uphold the law. You do a damn sight more work than his division.
-SH
Anonymous asked: I'm afraid I must ask; would you date John? Or have any sort of romantic relationship with him, for that matter. I just think you two would be perfect together.
If I felt any need for dating, which at this point I certainly don’t, John would be the first person to ask. 
He’s the only person in this world I care about more than Mrs Hudson and my own mother. A natural choice. - SH
You know .. you could entertain the possibility of getting your own money instead of sponging mine.- JW
I get some funds from my cases. But your money is so much more convinient to retrieve. - SH
(Source: deductivesciences)
Nice to know I was your first resort. Haven’t got two quid to rub together anyway until I get paid.- JW
And once you’re paid I’ll have to wait a while anyway because you’ll go out for drinks with Lestrade first. - SH
(Source: deductivesciences)
Dropping a glance down at the phone, John huffs a sigh and shakes his head. Advice fallen on deaf ears, then. Fine - but if they get captured because someone spotted his phone glow then he will be the one to say ‘I told you so’.Sticking close to the wall, he scoots behind on the balls of his feet. Eyes trained on the length of the corridor.
Suddenly, Sherlock halted. Crouching on the floor, he took a glove off and then swiped the floor with a bare finger. Glancing at John, the detective sniffed his finger, then gave it a tentative lick.
“Marker pen, recently drawn,” he whispered, “Cheap pen, mass ordered, from the hospital itself.” Sherlock gestured left; “The image, it’s an arrow pointing this way.”
(Source: deductivesciences)
