I was watching 'How clean is your house' last night and as with most episodes, I was appalled by the disgusting living conditions of the family featured. They had clutter and stuff everywhere-on the floors, surfaces and just about anywhere they could find a spot. They had to walk over piles of stuff just to walk around the house and the poor kids had to root through the clutter on the floor to find their school uniform. And as for the squalor and filth in the kitchen...
But then it suddenly occured to me that what I was seeing was exactly how our flat was the last time we saw it. Our dirty, lazy and slatternly tenant J had created the same conditions as those I was watching on my tv. And yet our flat had been so immaculate when we first let it to her.
This realisation that what I was watching wasn't just a distant tv programme with no reality to me, but in fact actually related exactly to our flat, made me feel very deflated.
And depressed.
