
"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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but on re-reading I see "ex".
Dodged a bullet there didn't ya.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 15:44, 1 reply)

There were plenty of warning signs. The handwritten 10-step instructions on how to make her a 'proper' cup of tea? The ritual of her dividing up every meal into 20 identical-sized pieces before eating each portion like Keith from 'Nuts in May'? The intricate cross-hatching she slashed on her upper arms?
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 15:58, closed)

One of these sort of signs is merely a blip. Two, you sit up and pay attention, assess carefully. Three or more, and that's when you reach for the running shoes. Or am I unnaturally tolerant?
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 19:22, closed)

The most recent girlfriend said I was 'taking the piss' when I left a dirty plate in the sink one afternoon. She was yet another bleach junkie. It ended soon after.
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