Although the dishwasher is not my favourite object, there is still something very pleasing about going into the kitchen and seeing a whole lot of washing-up that needs doing and thinking that you will either a) have to wash it up by hand or b) unload the dishwasher of the last load before putting this lot into it, and then opening the dishwasher and finding that it hasn't been set off and therefore, if you stuff it absolutely to the runnels - or should that be gunnels? (and, whichever it is, what are they exactly?) - you will be able to avoid both tasks.
Of course, some hours later you may find yourself facing a dishwasher full of things that haven't washed properly because you shoved too many of them into it, but who cares about that. This is now. That is in the future. Here in the present, you've managed to avoid doing something really, really dull*.
(*I have to admit that this article almost persuaded me that washing up by hand is not really, really dull - but it is, if it is a twice or thrice daily unavoidable task, to be fitted in among other more pressing activities, rather than a discretionary semi-hobby, as it almost appears to be for the writer. It's a great article though.)
Memoirists: Wilfrid Sheed, Again - About a year ago, I wrote of my intention to find Wilfrid Sheed's *Frank and Maisie: A Memoir with Parents*. This past Wednesday I found a copy, "advance u...
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