I was reading somewhere, recently, about washing up in cold water. I wish I could remember where, but I can't.
Now, today, what a spooky coincidence, I found myself washing up in cold water. I couldn't believe it. I was wearing my marigold gloves, so didn't actually know it was cold until I took them off and poured the water down the sink.
But I'll get to the point.
Washing up in cold water is like going out and having sex with a married man under the age of twenty one:
a) it's pointless
b) you get sticky bits all over everything
c) as soon as you've finished, you have to do it all over again