Events sometimes lead to the most unlikely consequences.
When we were going through the unnecessary torment that was DH's BMX accident, subsequent operation and healing, I said that once DH's wrists were healed enough I was going to take a month off doing the washing up, and he could do it.
Only fair considering I had to do absolutely everything for a good few weeks.
So now, we've reached that point, DH has come up with a cunning solution. He's bought a dishwasher.
This weekend he's even threatening to plumb it in.
I've never had one before, although we've pondered the idea for a good few years, and always decided we didn't have enough space in the kitchen.
How does that saying go? "Necessity is the mother of invention."
I guess DH really doesn't like washing up. ;-)