
"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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In far off Brisbane I did dwell, took about three months after moving into a city-centre apartment to get rid of the cockroach infestation.
Bear in mind, this was a nice house, not a hovel, yet the bastards were everywhere.
I have since seen sense (of a marginal sort) and moved to somewhat less tropical climes.
Still have to put up with colonial braggarts though.
*wears safari suit*
*drinks pink gin*
( , Wed 31 Mar 2010, 0:56, 1 reply)
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