"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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and it is only 3 blocks from here to the Chicago home of Barack Obama. I am very bored and alone most of the time, and I figured that I should at least try, out of Merkin patriotic duty, to keep up with the housekeeping - after all, The Prez lives just down the street. He may pop over to borrow a cup of sugar, you never know.
I gave up.
I now have a Polish exchange student who's moved into one of my spare rooms. She does the cleaning/washing/cooking for me, I never see her, and she pays ME for the pleasure. The only drawback to this is that I'm afraid to walk out to the kitchen naked at 2am (like I used to) to make a pot of tea in case she is sitting on the couch watching telly.
I've had maids in the past - $80/month is REALLY not bad if you just need a little help. It's money well-spent.
(, Tue 30 Mar 2010, 6:06, 5 replies)
I used to live there! In fact, I'm heading there tomorrow!
(, Tue 30 Mar 2010, 8:51, closed)
or is this one of those idioms, like "fanny" means "bum"? I'll assume that "pot of tea" is American for "fith of vodka".
(, Tue 30 Mar 2010, 9:28, closed)
you're a fellow Brit in Yankeeland?
(, Tue 30 Mar 2010, 20:50, closed)
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