If dishwasher-loading was a sport, my dad would be world champion | Adrian Chiles

By the time he switches it on, you can’t even squeeze in an extra teaspoon. And running it without a full load will reduce him to tears

My dad has become, in his words, “more or less hopeless at everything”. My mum is inclined to go along with this assessment. Actually, she would qualify it by saying he would be perfectly capable of all sorts of things if he could only be arsed, but let’s not go there. At one task, though, he remains world-class. However much he is driving us all nuts in so many other ways, there is something around which we can unite in sheer, unadulterated admiration: there is no one on this earth better at loading a dishwasher.

We watch, we doubt, we survey the array of dishes and pans and whisper to each other: “He’ll never get that lot in.” But soon we will be gasping in astonishment and rising to our feet in acclamation of another brilliant loading performance, clapping our hands above our heads like football supporters.

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