
"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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Aah. A wasp! Aah, quick, get a glass and a postcard. Aagh! It's flying! Wave the postcard at it till it lands! Glass. Plonk. Agh! I trapped one of its legs! It'll be angry now. Right. Postcard... slide... carefully. Now pick up. Aagh! How do I open the window door? Where's the key? Got it. Right, off you go then. Aagh! It's coming in again! It's going to sting me now - it's angry! Help!
( , Wed 31 Mar 2010, 12:58, Reply)
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