I have often been called the “long suffering” landlady of 221B Baker Street.  Nothing could be further from the truth my dears!

Certainly there was confusion with the master’s odd schedule, his incredible untidiness frustrated me beyond belief, the house has been invaded at all hours by “throngs of singular and undesirable characters”, however there was much joy in the life serving Mr. Holmes.

My primary role during the years when Mr. Holmes lived at 221B was to provide lodgings,  prepare and deliver meals, send out the laundry, accept packages, announce visitors, and generally manage the domestic details of the my lodgers lives.

My reward in all of this was not just the ever increasing rent Mr. Holmes paid.  We shared a very warm camaraderie and understanding.