I swatted him away from the laundry because he is incapable of folding anything correctly. Bedlinen just ends up bunched up in a drawer in a big cloth bundle that makes the drawer stick and inevitably breaks the bloody drawer.
“It’s just a different kind of folding,” he said. “Different to yours.”
I said by ‘different’ he must have meant ‘crap’ and he puttered off and came back at me with a dictionary.
“Fold – verb. To bend or double over. It’s also a noun for a livestock pen.”
I told him to look up ‘defenestrate’, in order that he might have a better understanding of what would happen to his underpants if he carried on playing the fucking smartarse. --minkboylove