When we decided to live together, P and I were quite strict in dividing up household chores. I worried that I would end up doing everything and then become passively (or not so passively) aggressive towards P.
But P has been true to our agreement, and as well as taking out the bins, weilding the hoover and building furniture, he does all the washing up.
He refers to the state that I leave the kitchen in, after baking or creating an elaborate meal, after the antics of one of my favourite muppet characters.
I’m not sure I’m as bad, but I do love the Swedish Chef. Bork bork bork.