But I Smile Anyway…

I came down to the kitchen today, faced with exploding bins..

Well, ok, not quite, but there were the remnants of the takeaways the night before… takeaways, plural, yes, because we ordered in, then my BIL and SIL turned up with KFC too! I had left it out on the counter the night before, so I could put the trash out in the morning, but my Hubby Dearest decided to be helpful, and put it in the bin… well he stuffed it into an already heaving kitchen bin… instead of just emptying the whole thing into the outside bin.
Great, I thought, as I tried to extract the liner as neatly as possible. Nigh on IM-possible! As rubbish scattered everywhere, it reminded me of a sight at Hubby Dearest’s student house…

Going back a good few years, nearly 2, I think.  I came over to his student house, which he shared with 4 other lads.  Now we all know the image if student digs, and hey, they obviously didn’t want to disappoint!  I walked into the kitchen, and was greeted by what you would expect, not the cleanest counters, festering out of date items in the fridge, a sink full of dishes… and a MOUNTAIN, yes a MOUNTAIN ( sorry, I need to use CAPS LOCK for this, it was HUGE pile!) of full black rubbish sacks.  That’s good, you think they empty the bins, and are using bin liners… but why are they piled up in the kitchen??!!

And they all came and went, walked around this pile, which would have been so easy to just stick outside!  Goodness knows when the last time they had actually put the rubbish out for the bin men to collect…or, more worrying thought, was that the amount of cr*p they had accumulated in a week?!

But the icing on the cake… I was being the really helpful girlfriend, and decided that I would wash the dishes (actually I wanted a drink and the only glasses or mugs were in the sink!)  as I started being ‘clean up fairy’ one of the lads came in (not Hubby Dearest!) opened a can of baked beans, emptied it into a bowl, (God knows where he got a clean one from, I thought every dish in that house was in the sink, waiting for my attention!) and placed the empty tin, or should I say balanced it, on top of the mountain!  Not in one of the bags, or even in the kitchen bin, but on top of the pile!

I just watched, lost for words, as he did this, smiled at me and walked off!