Doing the dishes, these days, takes only a minute. I live alone, so it's one plate, a knife, fork and a pot. Nevertheless, I do it diligently. Happily. No, actually, it's more than that – I love it.
And when I'm in a group somewhere and we divide kitchen tasks, I always take dibs on doing the dishes. Naturally, it leads to arguments. Everyone feels guilty when I, like poor old Cinderella, get to do the
