mrs-hudson221b-blog
Not your housekeeper!
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But do sit down and I'll make tea for you, yes? Awfully nice of you to come and visit! Sherlock's just next door, I'll ask him to come out, shall I? Don't be intimidated, he's just like that. (Roleplay blog for Sherlock's Mrs. Hudson. Open to all OCs and fandoms, though! Tag me as mrshudson221b)
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mrs-hudson221b-blog · 11 years ago
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Is it terrible to want to RP again because Mrs. Hudson *used to be* an exotic dancer? The fact that her husband was in drugs was always a headcanon of mine, though. 
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mrs-hudson221b-blog · 11 years ago
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((Hi friends! If anybody wants to plot/RP with Mrs. H, we're totally up for that! <3))
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mrs-hudson221b-blog · 11 years ago
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yourdearestwatson replied to your post: Mrs. H, I’m sorry about the broken table. It’s Sherlock’s fault. JW
He wanted me to tell you that it was a “team effort." Not that I actually wanted to say that. If they aren’t too much,we can get you one. Is your hip that bad? JW
I believe you, John, dear. And I need a massage chair to fall in every time you boys come home bloodied or there's an explosion again!
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littleladyraven replied to your post: "Gram!"
"Nothin’ much yeh’d like t’ hear about…" she smiled, taking a seat.
"Oh, you know that I always want to hear about it, dear!" She smiled and started the coffee maker, tittering about in the kitchen.
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mrs-hudson221b-blog · 11 years ago
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Mrs. Hudson looked at the woman beside her and smiled her motherly smile. "That is very sweet, darling, but I'm old enough to know that you're just being nice to me." She popped more of the bread in her mouth and took a few more notes down. "Susan, is it? Believe me, I've been there. You don't really want to break an old lady's heart, but some old ladies have broken more hearts than you have had." She giggled, earning a glare from the instructor again.
"Told you," she whispered. "I should probably stop eating this. Is the wat almost done?" Mrs. Hudson peered over gently, looking at Susan's pot.
Never get this wrong: Mrs. Hudson loved Ethiopian cooking class. 
Ethiopian cooking class just didn’t like her. (That is a synecdoche; it really means that the instructor was a mean person and just didn’t like Mrs. Hudson’s irresistible optimism.) As such, she was frequently assigned to make the injera, or the flatbread, while her coursemates learned to do this and that, use all sorts of spices and stuff. But that didn’t deter her inner Julia Child, oh, no. Caroline Hudson was a fighter, and fight she did in that Ethiopian class. Today, she was taking extensive notes while the injera baked, munching occasionally on the latest warm batch. 
"She’s quite strong, isn’t she?" She laughed to herself, commenting quite loud enough for her seatmate to hear. “Gosh, I don’t hate her but she hates me! The shame."
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Mrs Hudson in every episode
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Never get this wrong: Mrs. Hudson loved Ethiopian cooking class. 
Ethiopian cooking class just didn't like her. (That is a synecdoche; it really means that the instructor was a mean person and just didn't like Mrs. Hudson's irresistible optimism.) As such, she was frequently assigned to make the injera, or the flatbread, while her coursemates learned to do this and that, use all sorts of spices and stuff. But that didn't deter her inner Julia Child, oh, no. Caroline Hudson was a fighter, and fight she did in that Ethiopian class. Today, she was taking extensive notes while the injera baked, munching occasionally on the latest warm batch. 
"She's quite strong, isn't she?" She laughed to herself, commenting quite loud enough for her seatmate to hear. "Gosh, I don't hate her but she hates me! The shame."
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mrs-hudson221b-blog · 11 years ago
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What can I get you?
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I don't mind the hole. It doesn't interfere with my work. SH
It could let a criminal in! Imagine the horror! What if a man walks in the flat in the middle of the night while I'm in my nighties! 
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mrs-hudson221b-blog · 11 years ago
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THIS IS ME SO I'M REBLOGGING IT HERE HI
it was a bad time to start mrs. h up again
//so where are you, charles-mun
I am probably very very busy doing schoolwork because my classes just started and i am in my 2nd year of university now 
I am probably also out with my family because they came home from another country and they will be here only 2 weeks so i have to make the most out of that
I have probably crashed because of above reasons.
thank you for your patience everyone have a hug *hugs*
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How about a nice cuppa? And perhaps you could put away your harpoon…
The legendary Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock BBC) :’)
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Mrs. Hudson leave Baker Street? England would fall!
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