Dish Washer

The old fashioned type. Me.

I thought the point of having a dishwashing machine was so that I didn't have to be a dishwashing machine any more. I spent 20 minutes scrubbing pots and pans because there wasn't any more room for the dishes in the thing. For some reason it took every pot bar the frying pan and the big massive cauldron type thing to make tonight's meal.

Mind you, I spent another ten minutes playing about with the camera to get this picture, and almost lost the camera in the Soapy bubbles at one point into the bargain.

Mrs Delphwynd's not feeling too great tonight, already tucked up in bed with a hot water bottle. So, time for a promotion; from dishwasher to nurse in one flick of the kettle switch, Lemsip Max to the rescue!

Night, night folks.