I am thinking of my granny….
A wonderful lady, she brought so much to my life.
One day she came to the kitchen to help us with washing the dishes. We had been twelve at table that day. Rolling up her sleeves, she looked at the stacked dirty plates, cutlery, pots and pans & the detritus of a big family meal.
“Will we just throw them out the window”? She asked.
We all gasped in horror and looked open mouthed at her. I visualised the clatter of the breaking china and the mess that might fall to me for clearing up.
She laughed heartily donned an apron and got stuck in to the wash up. She washed, we dried and not an item was broken. We sang and she told stories. It seemed no time before all the dishes were put away and the kitchen left ready for the next round of tea making.
That was over 50 years ago; I still hear her voice, the laughter and think of her when faced with a pile of dishes.