"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 dad is somewhat of a neat freak. I think it's a combination of being the youngest child to a (somewhat scary) very houseproud Yorkshire woman, and time spent in the Army. He likes everything to be perfect, and will spend an hour ironing a shirt to make it 'right'.
I could give you many, many examples of me being screamed at as a kid for some minor crime (leaving some books out), but I think he made his position perfectly clear just a couple of weeks ago: I'd come to his house to book some tickets online, and had got a fried egg and hash brown sandwich from the caff next door (I had a hangover). I put it down on the table (in the wrapper and on a plate), and he turned to me and said "Don't you dare get any crumbs anywhere, I've just finished tidying. Sue will be here any minute!"
Sue is the cleaner...
(, Tue 30 Mar 2010, 10:00, 3 replies)
(, Tue 30 Mar 2010, 10:44, closed)
Yeah, it's not that he *can't* iron a shirt in 5 minutes, it's that he *likes* to spend that long making sure his shirt is abso-spanking-lutley perfect. I'm sure mild OCD also comes into it somewhere, he does seem to have most of the symptoms.
(, Tue 30 Mar 2010, 16:55, closed)
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