Lately, it has become almost routine that every time I arrive at a place, the first thing I must do is fetch those pictured items. The sponges are so revolting, I wouldn’t touch them with a ten-foot pole, let alone use them. Usually, there’s barely a drop of washing-up detergent left, so I need to grab that too.
The irony of it all is that, apart from my morning coffee, I don’t even cook and am hardly ever in the kitchen.
