“Like I say, you do get used to them.” Charlie replied. He plugged in the iron and set up the ironing board, before trotting outside to bring in the laundry from the line. He began ironing, but had a little grumble about having to iron the bedding. “There’s no point so long as it’s clean.” he reckoned. Mike asked if he could have a try but Charles said he’d best do it all himself, what with the price of cotton sky-rocketing since the import tariffs were raised. “Soz, but Mum’d go ballistic if it got burnt.”
“Fair enough.” Mike replied. It was a long boring hour watching Charlie tackle the pile of ironing, yet it was impressive seeing how quickly he ironed and folded each piece.