Remember those times well, Greatnan, I am still married to the man who (with his friend) thought the dining room table was just the place for a motor-cycle engine, and then the kitchen sink to wash it all down with paraffin etc. Really great day, that was. Then there was the time he thought he would do me a really good turn and clean the oven with a particularly strong grease remover, used for cleaning engines - the oven was not that dirty, but I think he was trying to redeem himself over something or the other. We had the taste/smell of the wretched cleaner for weeks afterward. Mine incidentally is one of those who starts something and never finishes it. He is great company though.