Fauxing day

Some while ago, years probably, I tweeted something along the lines of how people who liked to do the washing up before going to bed were spoiling it for the rest of us, an argument that I would defend to this day. 

That did mean, though, that when I rose, this morning, I was confronted with the aftermath of Christmas dinner for ten. I guess I could have waited for someone else to wake up and lend a hand but, actually, once I got going - admittedly aided by the dishwasher - it was quite satisfying. 

As the Bosch dealt with the cutlery and crockery, I cleared the grate, re-lit the fire, and gradually tidied up, all the while accompanied by the playlist for this evening's #electronicears (parts one and two).

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