The losing battle
There seems always to be a losing battle between me and dirt. Yup. I spent part of my sick day off on Monday (where I succumbed to a particularly annoying strain of flu I suspected my colleague passed me when he repeatedly informed me that he wasn’t feeling well and needed to go on sick leave) scrubbing the nether regions of the apartment.
One of the many frustrating things about renting in Singapore is the amount of crap one has to put up with. There’s the bullshit from the agents and the owners, then there’s the actual filth that’s left behind for the next tenant (me in this case) to inherit. Pure disgusting stomach churning dirt.
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