How much tolerance do you have of other people’s mess?
 

Are you a bit of a self-confessed slob yourself (no offence to anyone) or does the mess of your husband/kids/flatmates drive you absolutely insane?

I'm in the meh camp.

I'm in the middle deck I think when it comes to being tidy, and I'm never really that fussed about other people's mess, unless it's becoming a health hazard.