So I get a text message on Friday from a number I didn't recognise... it reads: "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." I ponder this for an hour or two, and then reply: "That's ok, betty.  I fucking suck at ironing. See you next week.  Aggie."