Charles cleared up after lunch before emptying the tumble dryer. Mike followed and watched. Once everything was sorted, folded or hung, he checked the washing on the line which was predictably was still damp. “So what’s next?” Mike asked. He’d noticed a detailed cleaning rota on the utility room and perused it. “Ironing?”
“I do that later.” Charles replied. “Normally at this time of day I have a couple of hours to myself.” he added, glancing at the clock. It’s just gone 1.00pm and he’s worked endlessly for little over seven hours. “But I guess I should show you how to do your make-up.” he said.
“Yeah… not that I’m looking forward to it.” Mike gulped.
