"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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I once lived in a shared house where one of the occupants lifted up and wiped underneath a piece of toast that was in the process of being buttered by one of his housemates.
Another friend bundled all his dirty dishes and god-knows-what into a duvet cover and hid them in the attic of the bedsit he was vacating as he couldn't be bothered to clean them.
I also had a school friend whose mother was known to hoover their driveway, often in the early hours of the morning.
(, Thu 25 Mar 2010, 18:28, Reply)
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