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One of those "ow..fuck...ow" moments that seem to come all too often these days.
Defrosting the fridge is a major hassle involving removing bits of the fridge. Not too time-consuming, just lots of work with a screwdriver and hot water. Well, two minutes work with a spray full of boiling salty water, then a panic that I hadn't reconnected the fan once it was all reassembled.
Never mind, thinks the mule. I can just remove a couple of strategic screws and feel around to check.
Probably should have switched it off before that. My first incoherent thought was that a small rodent had taken up living in my fridge, and had bitten me. That was after the sort of uncontrollable moo-ing noise you only produce in childbirth, or when they let the brakes off on Oblivion. Then I realised all the appliances had gone off and my fringe was stuck straight up, ergo I'd probably electrocuted myself. Major doh!
Talking of labour pains, the sproglet is now a 1-year old sproglet. I had crazy dreams about giving birth the night before. I actually have a lot of thoughts on that, but I'll save them for when the fingers on my left hand work again.
Had a wicked weekend with brother-of-mine - watched Southland Tales, which I'll have to redo when I'm less tired, then got off my head and went to see Ministry, which was a kicking gig. Took me right back, I can tell you.
Anyway... ow...
Defrosting the fridge is a major hassle involving removing bits of the fridge. Not too time-consuming, just lots of work with a screwdriver and hot water. Well, two minutes work with a spray full of boiling salty water, then a panic that I hadn't reconnected the fan once it was all reassembled.
Never mind, thinks the mule. I can just remove a couple of strategic screws and feel around to check.
Probably should have switched it off before that. My first incoherent thought was that a small rodent had taken up living in my fridge, and had bitten me. That was after the sort of uncontrollable moo-ing noise you only produce in childbirth, or when they let the brakes off on Oblivion. Then I realised all the appliances had gone off and my fringe was stuck straight up, ergo I'd probably electrocuted myself. Major doh!
Talking of labour pains, the sproglet is now a 1-year old sproglet. I had crazy dreams about giving birth the night before. I actually have a lot of thoughts on that, but I'll save them for when the fingers on my left hand work again.
Had a wicked weekend with brother-of-mine - watched Southland Tales, which I'll have to redo when I'm less tired, then got off my head and went to see Ministry, which was a kicking gig. Took me right back, I can tell you.
Anyway... ow...