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It's the small things about a house that can really annoy you, isn't it, I mused this evening as I fished a clean sock out of the compost bucket for the nth time.


(My kitchen is too bloody small; there's no room on the worktop for the bucket, and the only place on the floor I've found where I don't keep kicking it over as I move around is in front of the washing machine; thus...)