this morning i stumbled into the kitchen shortly after nine to find my housemate benson scrubbing at the floor, the mass of various vegetable shavings & etc from last night's cooking escapades in a neat swept pile.
thinking to this evening, when i finish up the curry, pad thai, and couscous, i sighed:
A: "oh benson... i'm going to make another mess today."
he didn't skip a beat:
B: "is okay. i shall clean that one up as well."
also, last night on my way upstairs i heard my other housemate etienne coming in from work. "i am going to bed!" i announced. "sleep well!" he cried. "you are beautiful one."
a lucky one, i am.