I had a bit of a break-through yesterday; for years I've been trying to get Marily to slow down and look for ways to cut back on housework. We have a cleaner, of course, who coms on Fridays but it's the day-to-day stuff which is the problem, like loading and unloading the dishwasher. Yes, I have offered to do it but Marilyn knows that I'm opposed to the monsters and believe there is no place for them in homes like ours
Yesterday, I was surprised to hear Marilyn say that she might try to arrange a couple of home help mid-week for things like emptying the dishwasher. I sensed that this was my chance to put in a suggestion.
"Why don't we forget about the dishwasher for a while and I'll just do the washing-up in the old-fashioned way?"
Reluctantly, I think, Marilyn agreed. I suspect she was worried that my initial enthusiasm would soon wane and she'd be back to the drudgery of filling and emptying the so-called labour-saving device again.
It's been a whole day now and I've washed up three times. Thyere's no reason why it can't continue. One thing, though. How can one elderly couple use so much cutlery? Last night, after dinner, there were 9 forks in the washing-up. Nine! Something will need to be done.
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