Other people getting it wrong, or telling me I was getting it wrong, were at the root of teenage washing up wars. My Dad's theory yesterday was that I prefer washing up because it allows a greater feeling of control. This may have something init, though I also loathe damp tea towels. Especially when grubby brcause someone didn't scrub a plate properly. The ideal these days (assuming I must be involved) is someone else loading a dishwasher and I'll do the rest, but need putting away instructions on non-standard items. Or Bunter.