Once upon a time the thought of doing the dishes would put me into hiding, I hated it, no really, I fucking hated it with passion. These days I’ve taken up the role of dish boy, sometimes 3 dish sessions a day. It’s become so second nature, I get the jitters if I don’t do them.
Our lodger was once the main dish washer but she kept bitching and complaining that we was never doing them and the truth is she was shit unless you like secondhand dried up food on your next dinners plate it’s best to keep her away from the sink altogether.
It’s not so bad, I actually kind of enjoy it, I just listen to spotify and zone out completely but yes sure some days it’s a pain in the ass but it’s a lot better then doing it in prison!