Most of the house is...
...relatively clean. My Mother is one of those women who HAS to clean everything everyday because she thinks the one day that she doesn't do it, she'll get some unexpected visitors who will then tell everyone she knows that she is a dirty pig and her house is disgusting. She isn't against walking into bedrooms without knocking to just randomly hoover or shout about how she is fed up of living in a tip. That led to some embarassing moments when my brothers still lived at home...

However, even she won't go into the room inhabited by my younger sister, because, to put it plainly, my sis is a dirty bitch. She hates cleaning up after herself, so she simply doesn't bother. If she eats in her bedroom the wrappers will go on the floor, you can only see patches of carpet under piles of clothes, crisps wrappers, empty coke bottles and plastic bags. She brings her cups, plates and bowls down about once a fortnight on threat of pain of death and they're usually in a pretty foul state. She doesn't put her clothes in a washing basket, those go on the floor as well and I'll come home to an average of about once a month and find my Mother sat surrounded by a pile of her clothes trying to figure out how many loads she's going to have to do to get through her washing. At least that's the state it was in last time I dared to step in there to find stuff she'd nicked from my bedroom. It could have changed since then, because I made the mistake of going in barefoot, only to tread on crusty knickers. Not nice.
(Melody was not PMSing on, Mon 29 Mar 2010, 21:47, Reply)