Degenerate Students
WARNING: RANT
Yet another evening I have come home to find the kitchen in an utter state.
I like to cook. However at the moment, there is not a single plate to use. Impressive in a house that has enough plates to cater for a large wedding, even if not a very coordinated one.
The sideboard is covered with pots and pans, crockery, cutlery and the grease and moldy food which covers them.
The problem arises when I come to wash up to cook a meal. In the sink there is another mountain which means there isn't enough room to wash anything under the tap. I am forced to empty out and wash more of the gipping filth than I need just to be able to eat. I suppose it is akin to having stuffed your mouth full of food and not having the space to chew.
Over Easter there wasn't any problem. Everything was generally washed up as it was used, or atleast within a reasonable time. The major difference between now and then are the two pikeys who live downstairs.
I'm sorry, that last comment may have come across as rude or even disrespectful, but I don't really have anything against gypsy folk. The two filthy toerags downstairs however are beginning to wind me up.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Within a month they will have finished their exams and left Bournemouth and no doubt a mountain of washing up behind till September. What those of us who are left will have to make sure is that their replacements understand what a kitchen sink is for.
Yet another evening I have come home to find the kitchen in an utter state.
I like to cook. However at the moment, there is not a single plate to use. Impressive in a house that has enough plates to cater for a large wedding, even if not a very coordinated one.
The sideboard is covered with pots and pans, crockery, cutlery and the grease and moldy food which covers them.
The problem arises when I come to wash up to cook a meal. In the sink there is another mountain which means there isn't enough room to wash anything under the tap. I am forced to empty out and wash more of the gipping filth than I need just to be able to eat. I suppose it is akin to having stuffed your mouth full of food and not having the space to chew.
Over Easter there wasn't any problem. Everything was generally washed up as it was used, or atleast within a reasonable time. The major difference between now and then are the two pikeys who live downstairs.
I'm sorry, that last comment may have come across as rude or even disrespectful, but I don't really have anything against gypsy folk. The two filthy toerags downstairs however are beginning to wind me up.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Within a month they will have finished their exams and left Bournemouth and no doubt a mountain of washing up behind till September. What those of us who are left will have to make sure is that their replacements understand what a kitchen sink is for.
posted by > Ed at
4:34 pm
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