I have in the past experimented with black and white and colour accents, notably this one below in yellow. On looking at this again I experienced a very minor spasm of sorrow and regret when I remembered I have since broken that yellow plate, of which I was most fond. (Any of my real world acquaintance who shake their heads uncomprehendingly when I try to explain how and why I blog with the well-worn 'haven't you got anything better to do?'-type response would, on reading this, have all their assumptions confirmed.)
I invite other blogging folk with nothing better to do to share their washing up on-line. Dishwasher users need not fell excluded, simply snap a picture of your crocks in all their steaming glory as they emerge from the interior of the Miele, and post it.
Changing the subject completely, a pleasing idea occurred to me recently: if high powered, long nosed, thrusting sports cars are, as is popularly attested, penis extensions for the men driving them, then those over-capacious, globular, blunt-nosed people-carriers driven with such serene obliviousness and containing usually no more than one or two cosseted and protected infants must surely, but surely, likewise be womb extensions for their female drivers?