
"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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A friend asked me to help him move out of his flat and into a larger house.
I've known the guy for ages so I was more than happy to help
Even though we had been friends for years I'd never seen the inside of his flat, When picking him up in the car he would always be waiting outside, I thought It was a bit odd but didn't think much of it at the time.
The reason he always waited outside became clear as soon asI i set foot inside on that warm summers day.
The Kitchen was a complete wreck, beer cans and pizza boxes covered what you could see of the floor, the same goes for the work surfaces, I think there was a sink - couldn't see for all the mess.
The story was the same in the living room / bedroom but the pizza boxes were joined by unwashed t shirts and boxer shorts.
The worst part however was the smell, Imagine putting your head inside a dustbin that hasn't been emptied for a few weeks and you're about halfway there.
Mr Trebus would of been proud.
( , Sat 27 Mar 2010, 0:42, Reply)
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