
"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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until after he'd done the flat up for his daughter to live in.
Given it was so damp that at night the lino in the bathroom and kitchen (you went through the kitchen to get to the bathroom) had a carpet of woodlice so you crunched across the floor making a sound like walking up a gravel drive, and the fridge/freezer was so fucked up that I regularly got food poisoning from the freezing/thawing of stuff that happened without any warning, I thought that was just a tad cuntish.
( , Wed 31 Mar 2010, 17:40, Reply)
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