Still feeling good. With summer here, even though I prefer winter, I suspect this good feeling's going to stay with me a little bit longer. We have new neighbors, 2 girls - one of them is very good looking, Irish, and charming, delicious. They came knocking on my door asking if I knew anything about fuse boxes and the lighting circuit. Their lights went out about 4 days ago, and they've been using bed-side lamps to get about their flat. I pretended I knew exactly what I was doing, although I did tell them I knew absolutely nothing about fuse boxes and electric circuits. Nothing wrong with a little social engineering, especially when I have all these issues to work out with Catholics and Irish people (thanks to the vile vermin Paedo-alco bastards that are Christian Brothers). I have unfinished business with the Irish, maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll get to work through it with the neighbor. Mmmm, neighbor.

I got home yesterday and embarked on a cleaning frenzy. This time, once again, it involved the kitchen. The oven, the inside of the oven, I don't think had ever seen any kind of cleaning. I took to it with a fantastic and probably dangerous concoction of checmicals. It's that 'never had a science kit' problem some people have. As children we were never allowed to have Chemical Sets as mother feared we would blow our heads clean off, permanently embed glass shards into our faces or melt our fingers. Alas, no explosives came of the Flash, Persil and Cif brew - I did however end up with a clean oven and a little window on the oven door that I can actually see through.

Phil came home and saw me in the height of my cleaning frenzy. Usually this kind of behaviour occurs on remorseful Sunday mornings in an attempt to restore order and some degree of organisation back into my life. He refers to it as 'going nuts' and knows to leave me be, he expressed concern as I seemed to have my days out of kilter, this shouldn't be happening on a Wednesday. As a common courtesy he'll start doing something, until I tell him that he needn't feel obliged to clean. It's more a case of me re-organising my mental furniture than anything else - so back off.

I got an email from Gilbert the Frenchman. He lives in Pretoria with his wife (South African). They are going to be in France for a month, so I am going to visit them towards the end of June. He will be based in Lille, which is in Brittany. Another excursion to look forward to.