She's gone to Vancouver for a few days and wants me to check on her curling iron, she think's she's left it on....
It isn't. But burning the place down would cure a lot of her worries...
She's used up every single utensil in the place and piled them in the sink. And every dish, mug, glass, pot, pan, cake-tin, all of it.
Remove the dishes, the bottom of the sink is covered in a one inch layer of bio-hazardous scum. To do the dishes I first have to clean the sink. And - wow, it's something.
Sink done I roll up my sleeves and start the dishes....
It takes 5 tubs of blackened water and a full bottle of dish detergent before I can see her stovetop, counter-top, and I'll share with you the view...
The dishes. But a lot higher than this, I left my phone charging and so missed the "overall" picture.
Out of curiosity I open the fridge...
I mean, this is that level of CRAZY
And then there's this. I'm going to have to ask about it...we're not allowed pets, is this her idea of a snack?
Another few sinks full of filth and refuse and I'm done. This is the kind of stuff the landlord would walk into and Social Services would help you out. The other rooms, bedroom, bathroom, hall, they're all the same, but take out the rotting garbage, food, expired and otherwise, the rest is her problem. This is right on the level of Stormy Texas. I suspect there's a lot of Kootenay places like this...
It makes me feel a little teensy-weensy bit better about my place...