"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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