“What shall we do this weekend?”
“I don’t know. What say you?”
“We could organise our linen cupboard. Now Johanna Griggs has showed us on Better Homes and Gardens how to fold our fitted sheets we have no excuse for it to be so unkempt. We can get everything all tucked up into the pillow slips. Peace will reign again.”
“Look, I don’t care if Martha Stewart herself came to town in a spaceship and showed me personally how to do it, I refuse to fold fitted sheets. If you want to, go right ahead. ”
“Why don’t you think of the sheets?! Those poor material scraps thrown in there with no consideration whatsoever. Those poor, poor sheets.”
“And who washes those sheets? And dries them? Along with every other scrap of material that’s worn or torn or used for protective purposes, every day of every month? It’s my imperial right to be able to chose which of those I get to treat like shit, and this year it’s the sheets. Next year, it’s the tea-towels.”
“Right – I’ll get a union together for their cause. Nice and early.”
“You do that, dear. What a productive use of your time. Just like folding sheets.”
