just how disgusting cleaning an oven hood, fan and filter can be. This is the first time I’ve done it in a couple of years. I am not entirely convinced that anyone had cleaned it previously – the kitchen has been here since the flats were built 20-odd years ago. All of it was caked in the slightly worrying sticky oily deposit – it reminds me of the industrial strength glue my father used to use to fix things at home. Only with that, of course, you had a couple of minutes until it became tacky. This stuff is like flypaper (do they still sell that? I haven’t seen it for years, and even then I think it was on a family holiday to Scotland, although I may be conflating the memory with an episode in “The Broons“). I have washed my hands at least six times since starting – every time I go to touch something (anything) else, I have to do it. In other exciting developments today, I have also rearranged the glasses and cups in the kitchen cupboards, been food shopping and done the washing.
That is all.
Flypaper? Definately very on-sale in Berlin. You can also get old-fashioned, dangerous flypaper on ebay with arsenic in it (or so I read in the Guardian the other week). You just have to soak it in water to easily get enough dangerous stuff to poison someone to death with. That’s the kind of handy consumer tips you find in the British ex-quality press.