1st May 2022
One of the last things I do in the evening is washing up. Even though we have a dishwasher I find hand washing a nice peaceful thing to do.
However it does amaze me the amount of stuff in the sink. There are just two of us, but the number of things to be washed is totally out of proportion. No matter what we eat at mealtime the sink is still full. It appears that every knife, fork and spoon we have is used everyday, including the grotty ones that I avoid. Every measuring cup and spoon along with a large and small whisk finds its way from the drawer to the dirty pile. It’s like deja vu and Groundhog Day everyday. Thank goodness that all the sauce and frying pans don’t follow the same pattern.
As I am busy up to my elbows in suds, the dogs take up positions at my feet looking up with those pleading eyes “any scraps for us master?” It is my fault, of course, I throw them the remains, equally divided that they inhale.
The worse job is removing scrambled egg from the large saucepan. Since we’ve been eating eggs this is the one thing Kelli likes to do. She aims to get closer to the eggs her father used to make. Occasionally I get “ these are very close” but to me they taste great anyway.
But trying to clean the residue is incredibly difficult, I should use it in the garage to glue things together, along with essences of fly that adheres to the trucks windscreen, I wouldn’t have to buy adhesive ever again.
Another Lifetime to go 