When Francine turned up to collect Mike, she also confirmed that he’d be back the next day and back he was, at 8.00am sharp wearing his navy blue domestic dress and his little white apron. Charlie is once again clearing up after breakfast and preparing his mother’s packed lunch. “Am I just observing again today?” Mike asked as he donned his heeled shoes.
“Yeah.” Charlie replied. “I know it’s a bit boring but…”
“I can think of better things to do over half term.” Mike frowned.
“Me too… but the house won’t clean itself.” Charlie shrugged. “Shall we sort your face out sooner rather than later today?”
“You mean my make-up?” Mike asked. Charlie nodded. “OK then.”
