Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Meanwhile, in bedsit land
The gas cooker has become a tall castle fortified by a moat of grease. Can't the buggers clean up after themselves? What is about living in a house with others, is there an expectation that others will clean up after them? I noted some bags of rubbish left around the bin this morning, it does not take much effort to open the bin and and put them in. Oh no, these cretins lack the imagination to do that.
The cockroaches are back in their multitude, it's the hot weather. I keep the windows open, make sure that things are clean and clear and burn tea tree oil - does this rid my room of creatures.
Grolly God continues to clear his throat rather loudly in the early hours of the morning; is he having some kind of dig at me or what? Why doesn't he piss off? He has the best room in the house, so why is he being a complete dickhead?
The cockroaches are back in their multitude, it's the hot weather. I keep the windows open, make sure that things are clean and clear and burn tea tree oil - does this rid my room of creatures.
Grolly God continues to clear his throat rather loudly in the early hours of the morning; is he having some kind of dig at me or what? Why doesn't he piss off? He has the best room in the house, so why is he being a complete dickhead?
Labels: bedsit, cockroaches, cookery, hygiene
