A Tale of Domesticity: Of Suds and Ends
The filled sink ominously gurgled as I plunged my hand in to remove the plug.
Whirls and eddies of tortuous escape leaving stranded pots and pans on damp granite.
Next the soaping and scrubbing
The arduous rubbing
A running argument with stains sentimentally attached to diffident dishes...
Lady Macbeth must have had an easier time scouring off the blood than me removing these stubborn hanger ons.
The steel wire mesh scratches poignantly tickling the obdurate tummies of saucy
Pans and lovely ladles.
Blossoming petulant buds of fulsome froth that burst in merriment mocking my grim concentrated determination.
The basin growls its discontent at the never ending passage of waste water.
Finally job done. The decadently luxurious dishes get stacked one by one on the draining board, patted dry gently shining silky clean smiles of amusement.
Yup. Dishes are cheeky. Cheeky devilish devices with evil designs to cling on to every morsel of food ever put upon them.
"Tomorrow we will totally get all messy again, right", they promise sparkling with derision.
The basin coughs a last noisy whoop as it ushers the remaining water out.
I take a deep breath.
Sending a prayer to the muse of manual dishwashing.
Please inspire all of us unlucky souls who signed up eagerly for this eternal bondage...
Inexplicably bizarre Kitchen /Basin Duties.
An afterthought. ...seriously ladies you need to think hard and really good. Not so fast with that "I do!"
"I do take you as my lawfully wedded husband...in sickness health...etc..." Fine absolutely. But remember when you sign on that dotted line there's no fine print that reads "in mucky grime and in yucky chores...in dirtiest dishes and most deleterious detergents...in muddied shoes and peevish potatoes. "
The sotto voice imp of domesticity is laughing hard and heartily... winking at the blind goddess of bliss when you exchange those innocuous wedding vows and smile beatifically.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2015
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