
"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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