Tiki volunteered that she would dry my hair as she invariably does, especially when it is cold or inclement; prior to her then combing it to her satisfaction.
She invited me to sit at her end of the lounge as it was closer to the power-point and as I proceeded to make myself as comfortable as possible she passed comment on the effort I was making in order to do so.
“I’m just attempting to emulate you,” I replied.
“If you were trying to emulate me”, she retorted, “you’d be doing the cooking, the gardening…!”
“Well, I have made a few modifications!”, I quipped, baring a cheeky grin.