Charles trotted up the stairs, Mike loitered on the landing. He didn’t seem too keen to see Charlie, but wasn’t in anyway hostile. “Your mum was round at ours last night.” Charles said.
“Yeah I know.” Mike glumly replied.
“I think your Mum wants to turn you into a housekeeper like me.” Charles cautiously informed him.
“I know she does.” Mike replied. “I’m not keen on it though… I want a career, not a rota.” he sighed.
“Yeah, me too.” Charlie said. “At least your Mum’s gonna let you do A-levels and go to university… mine’s made it perfectly clear that I won’t even be going to college.”
“Yeah true… I’ve nothing against learning to do the housework, I help my dad often enough ‘coz he’s always behind.” Mike replied. “But Mum wants me to learn how to be a proper housekeeper… like you.” he added.