"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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