Gigue in D Major

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Mrs. Hudson didn't know how it happened.

She'd settled down one fine summer evening with her knitting and her typical cuppa to watch the telly.

She didn't watch the telly during the week, and only rarely on weekends, mostly because she preferred to do something productive with her time. Like listen to books on tape. Or wile away the hours with Mr. Chatterjee - such an interesting man - or, if he was unavailable, her friend and neighbor Marie Turner, who owned the building next to hers.

She also had plenty of obligations to meet, of course, such as her correspondence course in French. (She was planning to go down to Morocco in the winter with Mr. Chatterjee, who, while somewhat evasive on committing to the trip, was enthusiastic about the romantic city.)

And of course there were bills to be paid, and she was thinking about getting some work done on the house and saving up for those little repairs (probably would be put off until next spring).

And she was trying to get a handle on gardening (not really her area, as she was informed by her worst lodger, but he could appreciate that at least it wasn't bingo).

And of course she was baking every day, for which she had a good excuse since the boys upstairs seemed like they couldn't bear to cook for themselves and ate virtually nothing except take-out. (As far as she saw.)

In fact, having all this on her plate, she hadn't watched much television at all in the past month, and had no idea what was on the programme for the evening.

It didn't matter all that much to her; usually what turned out to be playing on a Sunday evening was pleasant and engaging enough to suit her purposes. Which purposes entirely consisted of lazing about, since she was hot and tired after having run errands on her bicycle all day.

The only thing that was nagging at her mind was the hope that, after such an exhausting day, her son Billy would not choose this particular evening to call and ask for money.

(He was such a spendthrift, but she always relented because she remembered vividly what it was like to be a student in another country. And honestly, the stories he had to tell about his time in Amsterdam were thrilling.)

Other than that, there wasn't much on her mind. For the moment.

But that was about to change, because it was July 25th, 2010, and she was watching BBC One, and it was 9pm, literally just a minute after sunset.

And then she saw it.

IT.

A new television series called Sherlock.

Starring her lodgers. As themselves.

Oh my.

To be continued! Posting tomorrow.

Prompt from sherlockbbc (on Livejournal): Make Me a Monday Week 75, "Mrs Hudson is a fangirl and wishes John and Sherlock would get together. She writes saucy fanfic based on what she sees at 221B." Suggested by atheneparthenos.

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