Me: My back door won’t open anymore – it’s stuck – so I need a new door and, in order to let the dogs in and out, I had to clear the laundry door from a bit of clutter.
Anthony: I’m not quite sure why you are telling me this: is there an issue we need to talk about?
Me: Well, yes and no. It was your mother’s sturdy ironing board that was mostly in the way, so I moved it outside because it’s a very small laundry.
Anthony: And?
Me: Oh! So you don’t mind?
Anthony: Of course I don’t mind!
Me: May I throw it away then?
Anthony: That’s a bit drastic – didn’t you used to iron my clothes on that ironing board?
Me: Under your mother’s instructions – yes, of course, as well as all of the tea-towels, sheets, pillow-cases and your football shorts.
Anthony: My football shorts?
Me: You know – the ones you wore to milk the cows!
Anthony: That is something I am sure I never knew at the time.
Me: There’s probably a lot that neither of us knew.
Anthony: Cryptic.
Me: Not at all! I just want to get rid of the stupid ironing board, please, Ants?
Anthony: But why?
Me: Because I don’t iron!
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