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"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)
"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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It's amazing ...
... how being married and living with somebody changes one's outlook on these things. Left to my own devices I tend to have a 6-monthly climatic cycle, where my environment starts out spotless, gradually deteriorates to utter squalor, at which point a 3-day decontamination process ensues and it goes back to being spotless.
Now that I'm happily married and have somebody around every day who would see that I spend half of my life living in a fetid shit-hole, the sense of embarrassment and shame means I keep the place tidy most of the time.
I still miss the couple of days after a massive clear-up/decontamination. It was satisfying, somehow. Like a cold drink after you've run a marathon or a warm bath after you've been out in the cold all day. Now I just live in a constant state of mediocre mostly-tidiness.
Meh.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 14:49, 1 reply)
... how being married and living with somebody changes one's outlook on these things. Left to my own devices I tend to have a 6-monthly climatic cycle, where my environment starts out spotless, gradually deteriorates to utter squalor, at which point a 3-day decontamination process ensues and it goes back to being spotless.
Now that I'm happily married and have somebody around every day who would see that I spend half of my life living in a fetid shit-hole, the sense of embarrassment and shame means I keep the place tidy most of the time.
I still miss the couple of days after a massive clear-up/decontamination. It was satisfying, somehow. Like a cold drink after you've run a marathon or a warm bath after you've been out in the cold all day. Now I just live in a constant state of mediocre mostly-tidiness.
Meh.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 14:49, 1 reply)
Im a bit like that
We (wife and kids) live like that until we cant stand it, then spend a whole weekend tidying up and the following month trying to keep it tidy but eventually "fuck it" takes over. My garden is the same.. gets mowed a couple of times a year and tidied up followed by a BBQ.. always...
Im a lazy bastard!
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 17:44, closed)
We (wife and kids) live like that until we cant stand it, then spend a whole weekend tidying up and the following month trying to keep it tidy but eventually "fuck it" takes over. My garden is the same.. gets mowed a couple of times a year and tidied up followed by a BBQ.. always...
Im a lazy bastard!
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 17:44, closed)
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