Dear Rosanna, I am living with a slob who leaves stubble in the sink, the toilet seat up, wet towels on the floor, dirty mugs in the living room, clothes on the bedroom floor and who cuts his toenails in the kitchen.
Rosanna says:
(Initial paragraph: sympathy, importance of hygiene, necesssity of sharing household chores. etc.)
Turn up the music, dance around the Hoover, and dress up as a sexy French maid! Encourage him by making housework less of a bore.
Oh Rosanna. Is there any problem that can’t be solved in the style of a 1970s British sex comedy?
