New fridge
p. For weeks we have been dicing with food poisoning daily because the fridge was on its last legs. We put a thermometer inside to monitor the temperature, and most of the time, it struggled to keep below 11°C—hardly an ideal environment for preserving food. As we rent the flat (and our landlady owns the appliances), we couldn’t just go and and buy a new one, so we had a long period of negotiation with the landlady before she agreed to pay for a new one.
p. Finally, the new fridge arrived. We decided to get one from a small local company based about half a mile away, which had the pleasant side effect of being able to choose a time for delivery. I randomly suggested 11am, and at 11:05am the guys turned up with our shiny new fridge. I did have a bit of a “BSAG”:http://www.rousette.org.uk/mt-static/blog/about.html moment though; one chap asked if I had a pair of pliers to adjust the levelling feet with. I said that I thought my husband had them with him in his bike repair kit, and he replied that I should get him to level the feet for me when he came back. Since they were nice enough to lug the old fridge down the stairs for the Council to collect, I bit back a barbed comment about my surprising proficiency with pliers despite the lack of a Y chromosome.
