Housework update

Quite aside from the bleating comments on my trade me auctions (Its impossibe {sic} to see enough detail in your one pic) I do sometimes wish I had a digital camera here. I would take a photo of our kitchen. The bench isn't too bad, largely due to the concerted efforts of one other flatmate and myself, but the microwave. The microwave, oooooh lordy, that's nasty. It belongs to my brother, but looking at it I don't think he will want it back. Imagine Jackson Pollock using it as a canvas, except he had only one colour and that was lamb scours.
I have left the microwave door open, for that is the passive aggressive's way. Yet no good ever comes of these waiting games, because the culprits just exclaim loudly how disgusting the place is and leave it, convinced that they had no part of the mess making. Hang on a minute... maybe I'm one of them too?