Imagine living next door to her. Lying in bed on a Tuesday morning trying to catch up on some sleep as all you've heard all night is next door's washing machine and dryer going, to then be greeted with 200 different songs about tidying up. You decide to get up, open your curtains and spot a pile of tit in your neighbour's garden that you know they will be flogging on your local Facebook selling page, 600 elephants and 300 Buddhas.
It's not normal behaviour, she clearly thinks it is, but none of this is the behaviour of anyone I have met in life.