I can’t say for sure, not having really lived there as an adult, or at least not the kind of adult who cleaned the kitchen sink, but I don’t ever remember a drain in the UK ever getting full of scraps of food and tea leaves which would then transmogrify into a brown, greasy mass that its owner would then have to remove by poking her fingers deep into the slimy chasm and scrubbing like there’s no tomorrow. In Japan, things are different. Now, Timorous Beast, while pretty handy with the hoover and the iron, is mortally afraid of sinks, tubs, taps and drains of all kinds. Thus, it was me who opened the new packet of rubber gloves this morning to find that it contained not two, but three gloves. Things really are different in Japan.
Monday, January 28, 2008
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3 comments:
which hand was the third glove for?
I really recommend those tiny, uh what would you call them, mesh(?) bags they sell in the drug- and hyakuen stores. Wrap one around the drain container and voilà, next time the brown mass is so much easier to remove. Of course, this doesn't prevent the drain getting slimy and disgusting, but still..
Bitch, Japanese housewives usually grow an extra arm for doing dishes whilst making the husband's lunch box.
Joy, I might try that. Thanks.
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