The Simple Things, part 1.
Bring on the washing up.
I’m in the zone. Standing at the kitchen sink with my hands in greasy, lukewarm water.
The pile of dirty dishes on the right has become a pile of shiny dishes on the left.
Of all the household chores, the only one I really look forward to doing, rather than run screaming from, is the washing up.
I’m not sure what it is that appeals to me about it, but I think it’s the sense of actually achieving something, starting off with a messy kitchen and ending up with a gleaming pile of shiny clean plates.
It saddens me to think there are people out there who’s only contact with washing up is through loading and unloading the dishwasher: what I call ‘virtual washing up’! People who have no idea of the entertainment value of washing up.
The only cloud on the horizon is that my wife is threatening to buy a dishwasher. Now, that would be a dark day indeed.
