clean clean clean

Airborne fat is so gross. I decided yesterday I would spring clean-ish the kitchen. and then BAM and the dirt was gone, kind of, had to put some elbow into it on top of the range hood which had the fat of a thousand pan fried bits of meat all over it. Im thinking about doing the bedroom today, thank god theres no cooking fat in there.
Weathers abit weird, hoping that Big Day Out Day is not Big having some rain on us day this Friday. Our nutty talks too much neighbour came over yesterday, rather invited himself over after we all ran out onto the road after hearing a big car crash. He rather insistently told Seb and I to peruse his new fence, and then proceeded to talk about himself alot, the mechanics of fences and denigrate his wife. The guy pulled the nuts out of this house about 2 years ago so that it looks like a pile of shit quite frankly. Agnes, who lives between us is appalled. The house belonged to his wifes grandparents, who I distinctly remember knocking on my door and greeting me when I moved in here. Many years later Mum pulled my leg that Beryl, the old girl, was called Beryl Dobbyn after I saw Dave Dobbyn standing outside Agnes house only to dissapear inside Beryls with a bunch of band equipment. Turns out the truth is Beryls grandson was Daves drummer and she wasn't Beryl Dobbyn at all.
Anyway then Kevin, the nutty neighbour ended up in our section on the pretence of looking at a fence post. He then crowed about how nice his fence was from our view and self professed his narcissicistic tendancies. He told us he had 2 degrees and did Law at uni, and rattled on about employment law and taking 6 libel cases to court and winning them all. bla bla bla. Eventually we got rid of him and he went home. His wife deserves a medal for staying married to him because he seems like a pain in the arse. ' If you meet my wife shes the one with the 3 heads', ' as a husband I don't have any rights', ' my wife hates animals'...... you get the picture....