Monday, 25 June 2012
i like washing up. there. now you know. i've just finished the pots and pans and plates and knives forks and spoons and the lemon squeezer and colander and chopping board and mugs and glasses. come to think of it there weren't any pots. just pans. anyway i like washing up. in the sink with a co-op foam scourer. a dishwasher here would be given the mrs doyle teamaster treatment merciless and ruthless. this stillness and sunshine must have thrown me mind you cos as a rule it's an in the morning thing radio four nattering or the windows wide to the tweety birds almost certainly the only thing all day i'll start and finish. i think that's why i like it. the ah yes that's all done then thing. the last teaspoon clanking into the rack. that and the splashing about obviously
lonnie smith - move your hand
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I like washing up. My mum has a dishwasher (that sentence doesn't stand out as odd for me - I suspect most people have a dishwasher but I still find it surprising that my mum has one so I think it's worth commenting on rather than assuming) and I can't cope with it at all. I wash up at hers and she says 'why didn't you just load the dishwasher' and there's nowhere to put things to dry! Nowhere! I've washed up for a living several times back in the day and it's a nice job - a simple sense of achievement regularly repeated. The quiet pleasure of a formerly troublesome pot after a short soak...
Hmm, not sure about colanders, but otherwise I'm with you.
Not for me. Couldn't live without the dishwasher, well I could but you know what I mean.
Do like hoovering, the only downside is you can't hear the stereo!
how dreadfully modern. chaps and housework. well done pioneers
I hate hoovering. Hate it. Don't mind washing up if I can get on with it without being bothered. But I like the dishwasher too.
Don't think Move Your Hand is about washing up.
May I point out (again) that I am currently 'enjoying' an enforced housewifery course - Practical Module. This is due to a bed-ridden Mrs Dickie. ('Bed-ridden' - is that word still used?)
I find that my biggest downfall in getting anything actually DONE, is going off on incessant husbandry tangents. (Eg: walk to find Hoover, en route see stereo, put record on, see dust on surface, go to find Mr Sheen and duster, note empty toilet roll en route, set off to bog roll replenishment dept, notice daughter's dirty washing, pick up and throw in basket, notice overgrown lawn through dirty window, set off to shed for lawn mower, note guinea pigs need grub, go and chop carrots, eat 1 mesen, note dirty breakfast plates so reach for the Fairy Liquid, none left, get in car to shop, buy a paper, note time is now 7pm, go to pub for a swiftie ... ad nauseum, repeat to fade ..
Yer get me?
i certainly do dear. itgoes on and and on and on
me im a house husband, your big men but your out off shape with me its a full time job. and thats a very heavy tune by the way ally.
We have a dishwasher too but I find loading and unloading it (which I do EVERY BLOODY NIGHT) to be a chore even more tedious than actual washing up. Then I have to do the pots and pans, take the rubbish out, read some books to my son etc. etc.
hands like silk...
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