I've had mild hysterics this afternoon. It resulted in frantic phonecalls to my husband, various engineers, and in the result of nothing else working, my mum who I cried at.
For the past month the freezer has been leaking steadily. Throughout the day there would be a gentle and occasional drip onto the lino (toddler safe!) below. Husband was notified of this and he said, "oh it's probably just a bit blocked, it needs defrosting." I reassured him that I believed it to be more than that, as the freezer is a frost-free model. Well at lunchtime I took The Boy's food out of the freezer and found it was quite as rock-solid as it should be, just as the milk in the fridge wasn't quite as the 3°C symbol on the display was leading me to believe.
Having emptied out all the food in the freezer (which is now currently sat in one of husband's colleagues own freezer, hope they're not having a party!), I was faced with removing the fridge poetry from the front. Either the repairman could fix it or we'd need a new fridge/freezer. If it was the former, it would be in his way, so needed to come off, and I don't need to explain the latter to you.
Problem is that those mini-poems and meandering thoughts have been written over the past nearly two years; since The Boy was born. So actually they're quite significant to us and I can remember when we wrote them. Like the time exhaustion had kicked in as new-parents and we'd discovered the wonders of Starbucks. Or the time that we weren't very impressed with The Boy's Christmas presents so we'd written a little note for nosey people to hint at them.
Either way, I thought I'd share them (click for a closer look).
What's on your fridge?
