Joan nearly cried with relief when her mobile rang, even if it was Sally.
“Please tell me you have a case for Sherlock,” she begged. “Please. He’s been microwaving leeches, and when I complain, he acts like I’m the weird one since I was the one who told him to stop keeping them in the teapot.” There was a crash behind her. "Cut it out!" she hollered, and Sherlock shouted at her through the door for interrupting him.
“I’m not interrupting anything but you breaking my things in our bathtub, you mad wanker!” she yelled back. “Please, Sally, a case. I am going to lose my hair and it will be all your and Greg’s fault.”