First world problems to the max, but for the past eight months, we’ve been eating our rocket and spinach laden salads with tablespoons because the dishwasher (also known as “the human who must’ve really needed forks at home”) has swiped all but three forks and six spoons from the cutlery drawer. It’s gone on for so long that eating floaty, spindly salad bits with a spoon is no longer counterintuitive, and we’re all really well versed on the importance of including a slice of cucumber to each spoonful for its paperweight effect.
From tomorrow all of this spoon gobbling will end: the banks of the cutlery drawer have been filled to bursting, and we’re going to spear our salad with rowdy gusto just like those civilised, wealthy dignitaries with the white tights and knee high boots that you see in Jane Austen movies! It’s gonna be the best.
