For some reason (we don't know why, but we're not arguing) the one person Sherlock never falls out with is Mrs Hudson.
So last night, when Mrs H came upstairs and told Sherlock she'd like his help baking, he jumped at the chance and the other three of us all breathed a little sigh of relief.
It meant we got to talk to Mycroft about school some more (they have a clay pigeon shooting club - he'd like to join, but is worried other people will have done it before, and he hasn't. A trip to a shooting club will now be undertaken in the summer! I think Sherlock will enjoy a bit of air rifle target shooting, too, if we can swing it. Lots of places have facilities for both. He's far too small to handle a shotgun.)
Mcroft also walked into the kitchen last night when I was giving Danger a big hug, because he's stressed and doesn't know what to do. Danger just held out his arm to Mycroft, and after a moment of hesitation, he joined in. Group hug. And don't tell me this is embarrassing, Mycroft, because it isn't. You're never too old to need a hug. Fact.
By the time Danger headed downstairs to fetch Sherlock for bed, I think S was so worn out he'd forgotten he hated us. He let Danger carry him all the way up to his room. He was clutching a rather sticky skull he'd made with icing (sugar craft, I think Mrs H called it?) anyway, she made flowers for the cake, he made a skull. Whatever makes him happy right now is fine by us.