Post by Da Quen B on Jul 10, 2006 19:09:02 GMT 1
Suzie is my favourite Big Brother housemate ever!
I love the way she just does her thing - gets up hideously early, does the washing up and spends the day drinking copious amounts of Tea!
She got a bit wild this morning too!
I love the way she just does her thing - gets up hideously early, does the washing up and spends the day drinking copious amounts of Tea!
She got a bit wild this morning too!
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Susie gets dirty
Monday 10 July
Day 54, 09:20
Something amazing happened this morning... Susie did the washing up without her favourite rubber gloves.
The day started quite normally when the 43-year-old was first out of bed, just like she always is. Then she made her bed neatly; no surprise there. Next she headed straight for the sink; still following the tried-and-tested morning routine; she turned the tap on. Move along, nothing to see here. Then things got a little bit crazy...
The first hint something was amiss came when she picked up the scourer... bare-handed. But nothing could have prepared us for what happened next, as Susie unceremoniously shoved her naked palms into a dirty mug, proceeding to swish the sponge around lavishly as soapy suds trickled down her soppy mitts.
Meanwhile, the yellow rubber gloves drooped pathetically over the crockery rack. 'If Susie doesn't use us, then who will?' they were thinking. Probably. Once the cups were clean, Susie gave them a quick dry and began pouring in hot drinks. Thus this shocking episode of washing-up was concluded.
So what's with Susie's sudden, flagrant disregard for the future condition of her soft and delicate hands? What about the manicure! Has a few weeks living with younger, wilder housemates suddenly turned her into some kind of hippy? Will the gloves ever be used again? Or will she toss them into the garden with a manic grin, and then stop shaving her armpits?
Susie gets dirty
Monday 10 July
Day 54, 09:20
Something amazing happened this morning... Susie did the washing up without her favourite rubber gloves.
The day started quite normally when the 43-year-old was first out of bed, just like she always is. Then she made her bed neatly; no surprise there. Next she headed straight for the sink; still following the tried-and-tested morning routine; she turned the tap on. Move along, nothing to see here. Then things got a little bit crazy...
The first hint something was amiss came when she picked up the scourer... bare-handed. But nothing could have prepared us for what happened next, as Susie unceremoniously shoved her naked palms into a dirty mug, proceeding to swish the sponge around lavishly as soapy suds trickled down her soppy mitts.
Meanwhile, the yellow rubber gloves drooped pathetically over the crockery rack. 'If Susie doesn't use us, then who will?' they were thinking. Probably. Once the cups were clean, Susie gave them a quick dry and began pouring in hot drinks. Thus this shocking episode of washing-up was concluded.
So what's with Susie's sudden, flagrant disregard for the future condition of her soft and delicate hands? What about the manicure! Has a few weeks living with younger, wilder housemates suddenly turned her into some kind of hippy? Will the gloves ever be used again? Or will she toss them into the garden with a manic grin, and then stop shaving her armpits?