I love house chores but dishes? (I just don’t like washing them), however most times washing dishes is inevitable because he who eats must be ready to wash dishes.
This fateful evening, it was ‘dish time’ and I struggled through washing the dishes, I heaved a sigh of relief when I finally put the last piece in the plate rack (the kind of sigh a student gives when he feels and sees that the exam is finally over).
Glad I had finished, I turned in the direction of my room but was taken aback by something on the cooker staring at me. It was a POT; a pot I forgot to wash.
I was so annoyed that I angrily shouted at the POT “so you can’t talk abi?”, at this point I imagined