We are reaching that point where it all starts to look serious now. I, on the other hand, will continue to point and laugh, because that's what I do. Tonight I'm going to cook the last of the broccoli and then switch the fridge off. What I really need for the defrost is some of those big sand-filled tampons you get in leaky tube stations. I may have to improvise with Lil-lets. The fridge is going on freecycle but - to be honest - it isn't very attractive. I accidentally didn't buy a white one and it's sort of boring grey. I may have to market it as "would be good as a second fridge in the garage for all your loads of booze". It certainly isn't presentable enough for a kitchen. Poor ugly fridge. Its only feature is ice-cube trays.
My room is looking less like a jumble sale now. More like some very nosy and picky burglars have been in.
I'm actually starting to get a bit excited. It's peering out from under the mute horror and controlled panic. Tonight I'm going to roll up the big rug in the front room. Oh yes.
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