Sometimes I feel like my kitchen is becoming a science experiment. You see all my housemates are younger than me and this is their first degree. They've not really experienced university and a shared kitchen before, and the aftermath is frankly disgusting.
Our cleaner came today, and I've just cleaned up again, doing all the dishes and removing mould and scum from the sink.
This is my sink in the kitchen. I would like to point out that my pasta isn't that shape, and that I don't eat noodles either.
Ming is about the only word I could think of to describe it.....
Our cleaner came today, and I've just cleaned up again, doing all the dishes and removing mould and scum from the sink.
This is my sink in the kitchen. I would like to point out that my pasta isn't that shape, and that I don't eat noodles either.
Ming is about the only word I could think of to describe it.....
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Reminds me of my first year. I am dreading my fourth year - at the moment I have my own kitchen (ok, a sink, a fridge, and two hotplates, but it's all mine!) and it's clean. And even when it isn't clean, it's never that disgusting. But I fear I may have to go back into halls in my fourth year because all my friends will have graduated and gone away. I don't ever want to live with a sink like that again!
The trouble with cleaning up for them is you end up spending the whole year washing up. The trouble with leaving it to see if they notice is that they probably won't, or if they do, they'll think it's ok.
Bit mank, but in my first uni house we did find a jug of what was once food in the fridge, and had since become a lot of furry mould. Us being the scientific little maniacs that we are, named him Boris and decided to study him. It went well until the fateful day when someone threw Boris in the bin. RIP Boris.
To be honest, I'm not an ideal person to live with I think...
That it pure mankiness...
If you find out how to increase your housemates' cleaning quotient, could you come round and sort my husband out, too, please?
That sink brings back smelly memories of being a student, now I've inherited some teenagers I'm getting to live it all over again!
SD ;-)
I was lucky with my Halls. The powers that be had decided that if there was stuff in the sink and left generally about the cleaners wouldn't have to clean. They'd leave a note telling you to clean up. If they couldn't clean the next week, then a bill would be sent for cost of extra cleaning in the third week.
(blogger wouldn'y let me finish...)
The threat of fines kept the kitchens relatively clean. Unlike the shared house I lived in in my 3rd year. I had to stop sharing my pans and plates with that lot.
I'm dreading sharing a house in my fourth year now! At the moment I have my own kitchen - it may be tiny, but it's clean, and I love it.
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