Let me tell you about a little game that all men play at some point in their lives. Some of us have only played it once or twice, some played it while they were students but stopped shortly after it, and some have never stopped playing it.

The game is called Washing Up Mountain, and you play it when you do the washing up. It’s also called, in some parts, “No Look, What’s The Point, Gravity And Evaporation Will Do It For You Anyway”.

I’m talking about not drying the dishes, of course. I think Washing Up Mountain is one of my favourite-est ever games. The challenge is to wash everything up in the right order (glasses, then cups/mugs, then cutlery, then plates, then pans — it must always go from cleanest to dirtiest) but then pile everything really high and not let anything break or fall off. So you have heavy pots and pans precariously balanced on delicate little glasses.

The winner is the one whose pile of washing up stays there the longest. Sometimes you can even free up cupboard space by just storing everything in the drying-up pile. Use, wash (or sometimes just rinse), and replace on the pile.

Let me know how you get on.