My friend Marcia is gorgeous, as you can see….
But she is a bully. BULLY I TELL YOU. I’ve never had a dishwasher before, and I had thought, naturally enough, that Manny was the go-to dishwasher expert, but no. It turns out he knows nothing about them. There wasn’t one thing we were doing right. Not one. We packed them wrong. There were all these red lights going – we’d just been ignoring them, but each one had a message. ‘What are you putting in this?’ She opens a little lid. ‘Ahem. Nothing?’ ‘What cycle are you using?’ ‘Errm. The one the last tenants had left it on?’ The interrogations were relentless and inescapable. All in all we had to face the fact that remedial dishwasher lessons wouldn’t begin to sort this. We’ve enrolled for when we get back to Geneva, but in the meantime, we did carefully photograph a well-packed dishwasher. May we only be able to live up to it.