Washing up

It’s odd, the things that stick in the mind. At least in mine.

My Nan once told me that my Grampy grumbled to her about tasting washing up liquid when he had a cuppa. I have no idea how often he grumbled about it or how serious he was, and this was long after my Grampy passed away. Still, it occurs to me every time I do the dishes and I rinse all our cups thoroughly.

What are we passing on, to the generations that follow us?

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(Photo by Izzie R on Unsplash)

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