Charles resumed his chores around 4pm and Mike, like a lapdog followed and observed. “I know it must be boring, just watching…” Charlie said as he worked his way through a pile of ironing. “…I would let you help but Mum said not to.” he added.
“Yeah I know.” Mike replied. “It is a bit boring but all the standing around is getting me used to these shoes.” he said, looking down at his feet. “I’ll never get used to these socks though.” he added as yet again he wears a pair of white pelerine ankle socks with frilly cuffs. His eyes shift to Charlie’s calves, clad in a pair of white knee high pop-socks. “You’ve snagged yours.” he observed.