“Well it’s been a good few months since you’ve seen him,” Karen added. “But you’re right, if it gets too much longer he’ll need a headband.” She smiled.
Michael listened to their conversation but said nothing. Before long he began packing up his books. “Have you finished already?” His mother asked.
“Well, I’ve still got my uniform to do.” He replied, glancing up at the Sheila maid which hung from the ceiling, fully laden with clothes. “Do you mind if I do it now?” He asked, “I’d rather get it all done before supper.”
“Not at all.” His mother replied.
Michael plugged in the iron and put up the ironing board, before lowering the Sheila maid to a more convenient height. He removed the first pair of culottes and carefully laid them on the ironing board.
