The Harsh Light of Day

Monday morning. The day after the night before. Eight people for dinner, much food, wine, laughter and conversation.

And now this is where I get to wishing perhaps I hadn't had that one last nightcap... That stack of sticky dishes in the background? They all have to be hand washed. What you can't see here are the several large pots and pans loitering on the splattered stove, the collapsed dessert languidly oozing off the platter onto the counter top, because someone forgot to put it in the fridge before stumbling off to bed, and the pile of dirty napkins and place mats needing a good soak ... Probably just as well.