Just before Christmas, somebody left
the freezer open a crack all night, and the inside filled with enough
snow to build an igloo. But I was far too biusy to do anytng much
about it, then.
So I ran down the contents. After all,
over the Christmas rush, it was rather handy to do a bit less
shopping and eat stews out of the freezer, rather than cooking. And
last week I had it about 1/3 full – just about right for
defrosting.
And then I got the lurgy, and couldn't
summon the energy to defrost the freezer. Worse, I'd run out of
home-made stew and frozen ready meals.
Well, today I finally did it. My fingers froze, but the
freezer is now gloriously clear and clean. Not surprisingly, the
dripping water and ice got my slippers damp, which froze my toes too, so I put them out on the
balcony to dry in the sun.
It tired me out, though. So after
lunch I went for a siesta.
And woke to the relaxing sound of rain.
Yup, my slippers we so soaked that I
washed them. Now all I have to do is get them dry, and refill the
fridge.
1 comment:
Oh no! I really hate cold wet feet at the best of times, as you were tired and recovering from the lurgy it must have been awful to realise you had soggy slippers.
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