Ewwwwwwww

Last night I had to cook dinner for the householders again.
It was a fairly lazy meal I made, but the preliminaries more than made up for it. We had reached crisis point in the kitchen and fridge areas once more. I was all for ignoring the fridge for as long as I could but then my flatemate came down and was spazzing about lack of room in the fridge. One excavation led to another and I wound up purging a whole lot of rotten crap (that was not mine). Foulnyss. The flatemate shrieked in disgust while holding the rubbish bag open - sorry compost, but no - and remarked upon her cleaning of the shower the other day. Funny how we seem to have designated tasks. Recently mine has been fridge detail, but I guess it is your level of tolerance. Or how much food is being contaminated by the bog of eternal stench a'brewin' in the bottom. This is what happens when you try to squ--e--e--eze a whole lot of food into a small space I suppose. I suppose also that starving people would be happy to drink the viscous fluid etc etc etc.
After that, a lovely steaming couple of loads of dishes then finally cooking about 10.30 pm. No-one's eaten it yet, I wonder what the point is sometimes. Maybe I will eat it all then. Extreme obesity would be as good a reason as any to take days off work.