I like washing up, I really do. I am not fanatical about it; it’s not as if I have set up a YouTube channel and dispense crockery and cutlery hygiene tips to the camera with my hands busily scrubbing away, forearms covered in suds. (Although as I write these words, my mind whirls around the possible commercial success of such a venture – I’d be able to name my price to the queue of willing sponsors lining up. From The Sink – brought to you by… Note to self: contact agent ASAP.) It is true, however, that my hands are always itching to turn on the taps and start the process. To my shame, I sometimes disappear to the kitchen between courses at dinner parties to wash the just sullied plates and glasses.
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