now hands that do dishes can feel soft as your face...

i am a late developer

i lost my dishwasher virginity last saturday night when, after our first evening of entertaining guests, g. led me to the one nestled wantonly in the corner of our kitchen and demonstrated how to it fill up, put in the little tablet (not the first little tablet he's introduced me to, of course) and turn it on ....

what a revelation it was - a washing-up epiphany of life-altering proportions

but, of course, with the discovery of something this pleasurable so late in one's life, comes the bitter regrets of missed opportunities - as woody allen said in 'a midsummer night's sex comedy', there's nothing worse in life than a missed opportunity

we had one for six months in the robertson quay apartment in singapore, where its mysterious inner sanctums remained wrapped in plastic like laura palmer, but without the carefully applied make-up, or an army of cryogenically stored cybermen awaiting reactivation in a patrick troughton-era doctor who story - and there it still remains in cellophaned stasis to this day as neither of k.'s tenants has used it over the last two and a half years

we also had one in our apartment in kansas city - to think i spent three months scrubbing pots and pans every night after we finished our evening meals...

alas...what could have been...