An experiment

Executing an experiment at home at the moment. My lovely, but useless at house work, husband, had lunch with a friend yesterday.

When I got home at ten in the evening, he still hadn't done the washing up from that lunch date. And he still hasn't.

Normally, when this happens, I last till maximum the next morning, and then I freak out and do the washing up. Can't stand looking at it, as I'm a bit pedantic, I guess.

Now it's three in the afternoon and I still haven't washed up.

It's hard looking at the messy kitchen, but I'm determent to see how long it takes before my husband decides to wash up.

It has now been 24 hours...