I've been having this dream where I wake up and someone else has emptied the dishwasher. Where I come out for breakfast and the kitchen bench is shining and a hot cup of tea is waiting, just the way I like it, milky with one sugar. Subscribe now for unlimited access .
Login or signup to continue reading $ 0 / $ NaN /year All articles from our website The digital version of Today's Paper Breaking news alerts direct to your inbox All articles from the other regional websites in your area Continue But then I wake up. Make my own bed, noting that perhaps I need to wash the sheets this week. And head to the kitchen to unpack the dishwasher, which is always full because I still see the value in cooking myself a nice meal.
The adage that the cook doesn't need to clean doesn't work in my house because I have to do both. I'll get a load of washing on, knowing I'll have to do the folding later, and put it away myself. At least I've weaned myself off ironing.
Surely it's time to clean up your act, lady? Picture Shutterstock Perhaps there's a bag of garbage to take out, weeding to be done in the garden, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, dusting ...
and please don't mention the bathrooms. Look, don't get me wrong. I couldn't stand living in a dirty house.
I've always taken pride in my domestic skills. I like an organised home, one where everything has its place. My idea of "unclean" is probably far more clean than many other people's definitions, tidiness too.
I've been known to have real phy.