Don't worry, I like washing up the dishes.
My friend revealed to me.
It is very satisfying.
She said…
I remember this conversation from long ago and lost to time. You know when you let your friends be? I knew she liked washing up the dishes because it was her thing at her house once everyone finished eating. She also helped her mum out that way.
I was a brat, not an inconsiderable brat, but certainly, the type of little brat that never grows over 4.8 feet and doesn't like anything about cleaning.
I wonder if I share too much over here...
Here is a thing about Bristol, there is lots of cocaine. I'm so used to others doing this drug that I went as far as to compare my takeaway addiction, over the phone with a friend, to people in offices that do the drug to keep up with their work load. She was/is shocked, but I'm sure that if she lived here, that anecdote wouldn't have been as outlandish.
I'm taking care of my problem now. I'm cooking, cleaning and eating at home. Undeniably, This has slowed down my writing and projects. If only I was addicted to coke (that was a joke). And then, the other day, I took out my washing, worried that it would stink since it had been there for a while, but no, it smelled just fine. It seemed like I had the situation under control, and with all my tasks done at work by noon, I got just in time to hang them outside. There is a part of me that wants to go back to hating house chores, and then there are quiet moments like these that give me the strength to keep up with them as imperfect as I and my house may be.
Keep up the good work with yourself, don't do drugs FFS.