You know what’s weird? (Well, other than the fact people watch Made in Chelsea – why?!) It’s weird when you open the fridge and it stays dark.
It’s take you a moment to realise what is different. Then you have a light bulb moment. A glance to the left makes you realise the freezer has no glow on its display either.
Oh buggering buggery.
A dash down stairs revealed a trip switch in it’s off position, and it doesn’t want to budge.
Now I am a clever sort of a girl. I can change a plug, so I changed the fuse in the fridge and ta da, the trip switch was happy to be reset and everything hummed merrily into life. Including me, humming a jolly little ‘I am probably an electrician’ sort of a tune to myself for a whole half an hour until I went to make a celebratory cup of coffee to discover the trip had blown again.
OK. I know, I will change the other fuse, the one in the sockety thing this time. Genius me.
Hoorah. We are all humming again. The freezer food is still icy. The fridge bulb has blown but I can hear signs of fridgedy life as it ticks into action.
Except everything blew again half an hour later. I have in my wisdom decided the fridge is to blame, possibly the bulb being blown is breaking some circuit or something and it has a distinctly evil swagger to it’s stance today. Just call me Brian Cox.
Another fuse slotted into the main socket and at least the freezer is on again, even if the fridge is now sat slowly warming it’s contents in the middle of the kitchen floor where I am hoping the other half may be able to perform man magic on it when he gets home.
Definitely time for a coffee. Except the on light is the only thing working about the kettle now, and that tiny blue bulb is going to take several millennia to boil the water.
Arse. Now I have no idea which of my evil appliances is to blame for blowing all the fuses, including the one in my brain box. Did the fridge blow the kettle or vice versa? (that sentence has a distinct appliance porn feel about it doesn’t it?!)
It is clear to me that the priority is to be able to boil water as without a constant drip feed of coffee I may well grind to a complete halt.
So I bought a new kettle. A shiny black one that is pretending to be the sort that Polly may have put on the fire to boil, but with the bonus of a plug and an auto off feature meaning Suki will never have to take it off again.
And I am guessing I will be ordering a new fridge in the morning.
And the washing up still hasn’t done itself. My kitchen hates me today. The feeling is mutual.
Love Miss Cisco XXX