There is quite a bit of disparity in the division of labour in the hardly haus. So when
Fenton woke me for work earlier in the week with the very strange words, “I’ve just scrubbed the kettle”, I thought it was all a crazy dream (like the one where he was wearing the fireman outfit), but no.
Why he decided to scrub the kettle before work is a mystery, but I’m rather glad he did! He did an infinitely better job than I would have and the lovely shiny kettle makes me smile whenever I walk into the kitchen (especially as it wasn’t me who had invest the energy into the sparkleisation.