Our kitchen is limited. We don't have a dishwasher. For many, many days and months I have been washer-upper-in-Chief. An expert scrubber by now, you may think? A dab-hand with a scourer? One who laughs in the face of even the most disgusting dirt? (Well not all forms ;)
And though those things may be true, one thing has always irritated me. No matter my proximity to the sink, no matter the particular model or make of the washing-up bowl, I have ALWAYS ended up getting wet. A nasty sort of wetness, the sort that makes you feel uncomfortable, barely wet enough to justify a change of clothes, yet just visibly moist enough to cause embarrasment on a post-washing-up-perambulation.
Today my friends, I found the answer. And no, it is not merely starting the due process in old rags, one is far too lazy for that. Besides, my problem-solving skills are far superior.
Yes, people of the World. Change has come.
We may stare cautiously. We may agonize in fear. We may shudder at the thought of being labelled as a metrosexual. Or worse, a 'modern man'. We may have nightmares about appearing in the latest issue of Good Housekeepers magazine, clutched possesively by Mother dearest, her prized feather duster tickling against ones 'cheek' slightly suspisciously.
Let us not care what they think. Let us not think of the latter consequences. We shall live in the NOW. We shall stop procrastinating over the smallest issues. Who cares if we look stupid? Say no to sloggy sleeves. Say no to 'pissed pants'.
Say three words with me. Say them out loud, say them like you'd live and die by them. Say...
YES WE CAN!
We can wear an apron whilst doing the washing-up.
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