Tulips

While the sun shone brightly over the village, Mr Lif and I (for reasons best known to ourselves) headed into the haar at the beach. A pleasant enough bimble but of photos, there were none! So some faffed garden tulips it is.

Tell me dear blippers, how would you deal with workmates who felt they were exempt from washing up their own plates and cups?

Would you;

A) wash up for them?
B) ignore their pile of dirty dishes filling the teeny sink?
C) subject them to a public flogging with a cold wet dishrag ?

Alternative solutions appreciated too :)