My Kingdom for a Dishwasher

Honey nut cornflakes

Much as my bedroom is a generator of unfolded garments and other-half-less socks, our kitchen is a generator of washing up. However often we wash up, more appears. The management of this Sisyphean task is pretty evenly shared, I'd say: in that I see my flatmate washing up, roughly as much as I wash up myself.

However often we wash up though, it seems that more appears. And what I wonder is, how two normal sized beings with normal sized appetites and normal sized proclivities to cook, generate quite so much to soak and scrub.

I suppose if we had a dishwasher though, we'd spend our days wondering why it was always in need of emptying...