I didn’t hear Mr Dear arrive in the kitchen at first, mainly because I had my head in the fridge. ‘What do you think?’ he said.
‘I think it might be cheese.’
‘What might be cheese?’
‘Whatever it is that’s making this funny smell. How long have we had this brie?’
‘I can’t smell anything,’ said Mr D.
‘You haven’t got your head in the fridge,’ I said. ‘In here it smells like your unwashed gardening socks.’
‘There is nothing wrong with my gardening socks.