
"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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He had lived on his own for about 2 years, and so had got used to living by his own rules.
Fair enough.
The place was very unclean, and needed a day or two off work of me cleaning and scrubbing. Im not a fastidious type - but White bathroom tiles that were grey, a pool of fat at the bottom of the oven and mouldy food in the fridge might give you an idea of the grime i encountered.
One story sticks in my mind was when we decided to take turns making buttys for the next day in work for each other.
He went first, and make a quite tasty ham sandwichs for us both.
That night - it was my turn, upon looking in the fridge, there was a tub of 'I cant believe its not butter'. I reach in - pull the lid off and was greeted with a tub of green mouldy carpet....
.... with fresh knife marks where he had used it the day before...
eugh
( , Wed 31 Mar 2010, 12:50, Reply)
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