Home is where the filth is

Our French flatmate has flipped out and posted a list of untidy things on the fridge.

I wish I'd taken it so I could copy it verbatim; some of the translation errors were gold. The toilet cup is covered in piswee every morning. The living room has not been broomedsweep for at least two weeks.

According to the American guy, she caught the cleaning bug from Sabrina the Teenage German who lived here before I did. It seems that we all hoped she'd grow out of it or something, but evidently she's training for a Good Housekeeping feature or something.