As the time neared 4.00pm, Charles donned his shoes and said he’d better get back to it. He trotted upstairs and fetched their aprons. “I wish mine was a little one like yours.” Charles said as they donned them. “This one’s far too fussy.” he added as he faffed with the frilly straps.
“Did you really make it yourself?” Mike asked.
“With lots of help from Mum.” Charlie replied. “She said it was a summer project to teach me to use the sewing machine… little did I know that I’d end up wearing it everyday.” he told Mike as he tied his bow.
Mike turned and checked his reflection. “Thanks.” he said, seeing a perfect bow on the small of his back. “These shoes don’t feel quite so bad now I’ve taken them off and put them on again.” he commented as they returned to the utility room.
