No more miracles, loaves and fishes ...

... been too busy with the washing of the dishes.

Well so sang Peter Gabriel. At our house a spatula fabricated of plastic and of dubious utility managed to adhere itself to the element in the dishwasher. The air in the house is pretty pungent and possibly toxic. We have been burning candles to the saints of sweet smells and reciting anti-toxin incantations.

It was a good night for a curry being cold and rainy but not such a great night for the now manual task of washing up. These are Abby's hands early on in the task. I dried.