
"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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My first wife and I each had our own preferences for clean so that the load was shared: I could do floors and porcelain; she could dust. We both did dishes.
My second wife trashed my house—but she forbade me to clean up! The result was me feeling worthless and rodents nesting in the piles of trash she made. Three years after her death, I'm still cleaning.
( , Fri 26 Mar 2010, 18:11, Reply)
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