His mothER laid down the law - "You have a mound of laundry to do and I insist you get on with it!", she commanded. Roger pulled a long face and wished he had a gofer he could call on to do it for him, so he could carry on playing his computer game. He set to on the task with little enthusiasm. He was unaware of the knock-on effect of needing the electricity - more coal was needed for making electricity. Thus less coal was available for the coker plant. But that was for others to be worried about! Much earlier his more motivated younger brother had set off to his work as a roper; he had become quite skilled at the trade by now. He was also rather skilled in handling ropes even to the extent of making them look like they could hover over things. His older brother, on the other hand, had taken up a rather unsavoury job on a coper supplying dodgy booze to the North Sea fishing fleet. His parents couldn't understand it - "Surely it would be better to have sober fishermen than those with judgement clouded by alcohol", they would say. Eventually, Roger finished his laundry, dressed up all smart, splashed on some Old Spice, ducked under the bower hanging low over the garden path and headed out to the gym where he had a good long go on the rower machine.
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