There are two fridge-freezers in the house here.
How we came by two is a long story, and if I told you that at one stage we had an extra refrigerator as well, it would be an even longer story.
It is sort of convenient having the two units. One is in the kitchen and that is where all the groceries go. The other is in the garage and is used mainly for the freezer bit and not so much for the refrigerator bit. The latter is just handy for storing white wine [if I have any] and any other essential drinkables. I even store milk in it.
You may wonder how I would manage to fill two refrigerators and two freezers, but it is quite simple. I hate shopping and the worst type of shopping is the trip to the supermarket. I fucking hate those places with their tacky muzak, the kids running around and the trolleys with wobbly wheels, so I get all my stuff delivered. Seeing as we live some way from the supermarket, I only get an occasional delivery, so each one nicely fills up my two fridge-freezers.
I have a problem though.
The fridge-freezer in the garage has gone all temperamental on me. I don’t know if it is sulking at being excluded from the kitchen or whether it is just bloody minded, but the fucking thing stops working every now and then. And the now and then always coincides with a cold spell. So all during the snow, the garage yoke refused to work and we had to throw out a load of stuff that had thawed in the freezer. As soon as the snow melted, the fridge-freezer started to work again. It is really fucking irritating. It means that every time a cold snap arrives, I have to bring everything out of the freezer and dump it in the garden, which by then is a lot colder than the freezer.
I have a nasty suspicion that the fridge-freezer has been cozying up to the oil tank. For the last couple of years, whenever we get warm weather the oil tank fuel gauge shows empty and only shows the correct level when the temperature has dropped a bit. Coincidence? I don’t think so. It’s a fucking conspiracy.