
"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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moved into a caravan, with 3 aquaintances of aquaintances of a friend's, sister's boyfriend, about 20 km from from mum and dad's in the middle of a market gardening area.
turns out they were heroin addicts - cleaning the van was not a priority and looked like it hadn't been for a few years. too much filth to go into but i will comment about "the soup" - this was what we ate every day. on the stove there was a 10 gallon pot that was generally on a low heat, cooking. when the level of the contents got to a line indicating about 1/4, fresh ingredients were added to the remaining soup and topped up with water- these were generally vegetables stolen from the surrounding paddocks, sometimes even washed, every so often meat was added, usually during the lambing season - a month old lamb minus skin and sometimes guts.
i returned home after 6 weeks, a lot lighter and not very well.
In later years i often saw the same junkies in town, they were never ill and in fact considering their addiction, always looked reasonably healthy.
( , Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:01, Reply)
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