After quickly cleaning the family bathroom and the en-suite in his mother’s bedroom, Charles carried the vacuum cleaner downstairs and parked it in the hallway. He grabbed a stiff brush from the cleaning cupboard and proceeded to sweep the stairs from top to bottom. Perched on his knees, he quickly and briskly swept every step, letting the dust fall on to the next one down. Samantha emerged from her room, fully clothed and carrying her console. “So… you got any plans today?” he asked.
“Not really.” she replied. “Apart from this.” she added, raising the games console which these days is seemingly glued to her hand.
“You could give me a hand if you fancy.” Charles suggested
“Nah.” she bluntly replied. “Housework’s for boys.” she said as she went on her way.