"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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I too lived in Bern and I moved out just before my flatmate who was moving out 3 weeks later. As a result I had to fly back to Switzerland just to help clean the flat before the dreaded inspection. When I arrived back my flatmate told me she's already had two cleaners in going through the whole place but now we needed to 'really clean the apartment'.
I would've left something smelly behind a radiator had it now been for the damn underfloor heating.
Funny how a nation so precise can lose a mountain of Jewish gold eh?
(, Tue 30 Mar 2010, 13:18, Reply)
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