‘The wife does all that for me, Steve.’
‘What, even when you haven’t washed it for a few weeks?’
‘Especially then.’ He pointed to his jeans and laughed. ‘I made her get out of bed at four o’clock this morning to iron these before I opened the shop.’
‘You don’t iron jeans, surely.’
‘No, she does.’ Mr Mishri pointed to a small woman in a gold and orange sari who was cleaning the sign on the pavement outside his shop. ‘That’s her.’
‘Do you ever tell her you love her?’ I asked him.
He gave me my change and groaned. ‘She wouldn’t believe me if I did.’