
"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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His approach to hygiene was, however, variously questionable and I often found myself having to remind him just what the basic expectations were.
Having grown tired of telling him and not wishing to linger in the bathroom in order to ensure he couldn't forget, I employed some help in my quest to guarantee a suitably flushed toilet was always to be awaiting my various waste.
Thus Mr. T became the guardian of our cistern, in poster form at least:

I needed never ask again.
( , Tue 30 Mar 2010, 16:01, Reply)
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