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"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)
"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...
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)
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)
I refuse to believe that someone who has been in the army can take an hour to iron a shirt correctly
( , Tue 30 Mar 2010, 10:44, closed)
( , Tue 30 Mar 2010, 10:44, closed)
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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)
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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