December 6, 2006

• Ping-Bing-Ba-Ding

  I defrosted my freezer last night, a job which was several months overdue: a statement that is merely underlined by the fact that the ice was inches thick in parts.  It took me about three hours, on and off, with lots of boiling water (approximately five kettles’ worth), two washing up bowls (one for the hot water, one to catch the drips), four towels (I wasn’t too good at the catching), the hairdryer, and a paint scraper.

  I had great fun.  What with the flying ice shooting across the kitchen and ricocheting off the oven.  The sleepingbag-and-blanket combination wrapped round the frozen contents of the freezer.  The jettisoning of various items which have been in said freezer for as long as I’ve lived in the flat (and some items which have been part of my frozen arsenal since before I moved in), some of which were entirely unidentifiable, but still impossible to prise from the tubs.  The hacking away with the ice-pick paint scraper.  The melodic sound of ice falling through the wire shelves.  The pouring of scalding water onto the ice.  The scalding of self with said water, which naturally coincided with my supper being ready (and, yes, that was a tub that had been in the freezer since the year dot.  It contained beef stew, and it was really tough beef too).  Melting the ice off using the hairdryer, held at a safe distance.

  I didn’t mean to defrost the freezer last night.  It just sort of happened: the top compartment’s doorlet refused to shut, and fell onto the floor instead.  Enough was, it seems, enough.  I cracked.  I got on with it.  And I managed to mop up the coffee stain that’s been hidden just under the door for the past month and a half while I was at it.   Never let it be said that I am not a conscientious housekeeper.  I’ve also de-moulded the bathroom recently.  I must hoover the windows again.

  Naturally, when I checked this morning, the damn freezer had already started to frost up again.

  xxx

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