I can’t help it. When I’m round a friends and I go to the loo I take a peek in their medicine cabinet. I’m not really interested in anything in there its more of there is a convenient door to open. Its the same in Kitchens, especially fridges. You can learn more about a person from opening up their fridge than anything else. A tonne of ready meals tells me that all the cookery books on display are just for show. A tonne of alcohol tells me this is a party house, a few of the right ingredients means I’ll bite their hand off for a dinner invite and if its dirty and unclean I’m making my excuses and heading off.
A shrink would probably say I have a pathological need for discovery which drives me to open these doors. My level headed sister in law would say that I’m a nosy parker and should be ashamed of myself which perhaps is true. I’m addicted however, I have no shame, how else would I have found out about the fantastic vintage ‘Ice Cold in Alex‘ Carlsberg glasses in one cupboard or the paracetamols which I swiped when a headache came on me during Mates dinner party. Does that mean I’ve stolen drugs from a friend….. Oh dear time for Dr Phil: