A frustrating week all told. Mid week, the red light on the fridge freezer came on and stayed on denoting a rise in temperature and I discovered it had expired. the freezer has slowly defrosted and whilst there's maybe only about twenty quids worth of stuff in there, it's twenty quid I don't have to replace it, let alone the cost of a new fridge freezer.
I put out a text to just about everyone in my phone book in case someone knew someone else disposing of an old fridge and or freezer. I trawled the freecycle group pages and some other ads online, thought I'd found one up in Darlaston only to have missed it by half an hour.
Wally the Welder called to say his nephew "little Mark" (who happens to be a hefty six footer), had a small freezer which he would check was working OK. Wally confirmed it was on Friday and brought it over, even carried it up the stairs for me (just showing off that he's a ruff tuff welder who can carry heavy objects).
There was even two pizzas and some other stuff still in there which little Mark's missus was going to ditch because they had a power cut and yet this stuff hadn't defrosted.
Fortunately for me, my chicken from last week which is reserved for curry hadn't defrosted in mine either at the back in the receeding frost and I managed to save the huge bag of petit pois I got on special the other week for two pounds, all 1.2 kilos of them.
Not having adequate refrigeration, I realised very quickly how much for granted we take something so basic. Milk for example goes pad very quickly, so I've not used any of my new Rocket Fuel coffee yet, as I'd no milk for frothing.
I discovered the fridge is actually working at about 8 degrees c which is adequate for milk for a couple of days, but I won't trust it for fresh meat. Bob's manned the pumps and vacuum packed some stuff for me and I can freeze one or two things I will use later in the week.
Then, last night, I got a call from Beacon Tone, someone I rarely see these days, but he'd been on my text message list. Someone at his work's got a fridge freezer, but I can't have it til Tuesday. On the plus side, they're going to fetch it round for me and take the dead one away.
So I have to sing "freezer jolly good fellow" twice over for Wally and Tone who saved more than my bacon, my petit pois too !
Bob the Butcher's week was no brighter than mine. Tuesday morning, He discovered he'd got a flat tyre after he'd driven over some debris the council had left by his garage. He couldn't get the jack under the car because of the debris, cue telephone call complaining to the council for their inability to clean up after themselves. He limped to work on the almost flat trye, ruining it. He asked one of his colleagues to help him jack it up, then promptly had an accident with a butchering knife, cutting deep into his arm and had to toddle off to hospital.
By the time he got back, everyone buggered off, leaving him not only with a poorly arm and a flat tyre. The replacement cost him £ 55 (the tyre, not a new arm).
Well, it's bank holiday and it's wet again. Ask the doofus who went out in short sleeves and was wet by the time he got home.
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