<Kiell> So I get a text message on Friday from a number I
didn't recognise...
<Kiell> it reads:
<Kiell> "Hi agatha this is betty i do not have very many
clothes to be ironed this week i am sorry but please can you
come next week. i hope you are well. betty."
<Kiell> I ponder this for an hour or two, and then reply:
<Kiell> "That's ok, betty.  I fucking suck at ironing. See you
next week.  Aggie."
