Due to a disagreement between myself and a road surface about which one of us should get out of the way (despite my velocity, the road surface won), the palm of my right hand is quite mangled at the moment, so I feel your pain. I can type fine, but holding a knife is difficult, which is awkward when you have 5kg or so of bruised apples waiting to be made into chutney, and washing up is completely out of the question. This last is a lot less good than it sounds, since all of the various coffeemaking equipment in the house is now dirty and my housemates don't like washing it. I might have to try my hand at left-handed washing up for the sake of sanity.

Yes, I'm probably going to have no alternative this evening but to attempt one-handed washing up. (Unless, I suppose, I can find somebody who would accept a portion of yesterday's lamb-and-my-finger casserole as a bribe for coming round and doing it for me, but that seems unlikely :-)

Rubber gloves!