a sty fit for any species

have you ever house sat and walked into a place thinking what the fuck? not in a good sense but rather a what died, how long has this place been abandoned, is this really inhabited by humans kind of what the fuck...

at first i thought it wasn't that bad, no dirty dishes in the sink, minimal clothes lying around in one of the rooms and then i had to check that thought, minimal clothes lying around? these people have just gone on holiday and surely they took stuff with them? the wardrobes aren't that big or well used as everything is stuffed anywhere and more likely could be packed onto two of the shelves, if they were used. plus the laundry is full.

i try to sit down and ignore the aftermath of some bomb and cant find a single spot to sit on that doesn't creep me out so i continue on an investigative inspection... the bathroom definitely cant be used until sterilized, the kitchen needs similar treatment and the balcony seems covered in ash?

its weird cos the apartment is fully stocked with every cleaning product known to man and then some. it is like mary poppins went shopping and left everything at the trolls place to sort out himself... (well she is going to have to pick a few more things now...) so i have finished work and begun cleaning in stages. the balcony is de-ashed, surfaces wiped, floor swept, skirtings dusted. the lounge has had the same treatment and the bedroom now has floor space... there is one room and desk that i am ignoring and have shut out of my mind. the shower in the morning will be in a twinkle of whiteness and someone else will have to take the mountain of trash that the clean has built up out back...

i resign...