Being Mr. Kenny

Landing on the moon, the pyramids, the Internet — these are among mankinds greatest achievements. Add to that number, dishwashers. I love dishwashers. They’re great. You put in dirty dishes; you take out clean ones. There’s no need for the skin on your hands to go all wrinkly, or any risk of putting your finger into a gloop of nasty congealing transparent mayonnaise.

I am not so fond, however, of dishwasher tablets. These come in their own individual wrappers, which are plastered all over with warnings telling you not to touch the tablet when you put it into the designated area. Now this makes me wonder: if these tablets are so harmful as to warrant a warning against contact with the skin, is it such a great idea to then dissolve them and spray them all over our crockery and cutlery? What untold mischief do they wreak upon our bodies if unwittingly ingested?

I say this because I have just found some white residue on the cup that’s currently holding my coffee. I am wondering to myself whether the funny taste is due to the limescale from the kettle, or whether it heralds my imminent departure from this world.

Stay tuned to see if I make it through the week.