
"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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Living in Africa meant my standard of living was far far higher there than it ever could be here. A few hundred quid a month means you have a lot more than most, not oil revenue thieving private jet rich but certainly very comfortable. So we get a maid who stays with us and goes home at weekends. Astou was her name and she was an angel. I have never lived anywhere so clean as she made it. The floor was swept and mopped every morning. The washing up was done after each meal and the entire house was spotless.
One night I got up to have a piss and when I got back she had changed the sheets.
( , Sat 27 Mar 2010, 11:23, Reply)
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