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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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Ooh! Ooh! My husband grew up in squalor...
One day, when he was a kid, he found what he thought was a forgotten chocolate cookie behind the couch. Only after eating it did he realise it was an undiscovered kitten turd.
I admire his honesty, but even though it's twenty years later, I am constantly asking him to brush his teeth.
(For those interested: it wasn't that bad, apparently, but not something you'd want a second helping of, either).
In a slightly similar vein, I once lived next to some poor buggers who had a twenty-year-old son with cerebral palsy. He wore adult nappies.
The neighbour's fence, like their house, (and like our house), was in a state of major disrepair and one day the fence between our houses collapsed.
After being enthusiastically greeted (leaping, face-licking, etc) by our exceedingly dim dog one day, I saw that he had just finished snacking on an entire, poo-filled, adult nappy from next door, which he'd found lying in the new wilderness.
The dog was unable to understand why I didn't seem to love him as much after that.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 20:06, Reply)
One day, when he was a kid, he found what he thought was a forgotten chocolate cookie behind the couch. Only after eating it did he realise it was an undiscovered kitten turd.
I admire his honesty, but even though it's twenty years later, I am constantly asking him to brush his teeth.
(For those interested: it wasn't that bad, apparently, but not something you'd want a second helping of, either).
In a slightly similar vein, I once lived next to some poor buggers who had a twenty-year-old son with cerebral palsy. He wore adult nappies.
The neighbour's fence, like their house, (and like our house), was in a state of major disrepair and one day the fence between our houses collapsed.
After being enthusiastically greeted (leaping, face-licking, etc) by our exceedingly dim dog one day, I saw that he had just finished snacking on an entire, poo-filled, adult nappy from next door, which he'd found lying in the new wilderness.
The dog was unable to understand why I didn't seem to love him as much after that.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 20:06, Reply)
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