
"Part of my kitchen floor are thick with dust, grease, part of a broken mug, a few mummified oven-chips, a desiccated used teabag and a couple of pieces of cutlery", says Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic. To most people, that's filth. To some of us, that's dinner. Tell us about squalid homes or obsessive cleaners.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 13:00)
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to the point where my slightly OCD father christened me "radar feet" in homage to my ability to traverse my clothes covered bedroom floor without seemingly moving anything or tripping over.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 13:45, Reply)
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