It had been a pretty pants day at work. Nothing horrendous, just no time to breathe and nothing going particularly right. The sort of day that causes a Pog great stress (end of the world nigh? – no problem – I’m your woman to sort things. Add something to a tricky website in the next five minutes? – I’m pretty much guaranteed to end up a quivering wreck under my desk.)
Anyway, I digress. After my day of pants topped off nicely with the weekly Tesco trip I got home to find that I’d left the freezer door ajar the night before and in its attempt to stay cold it had iced up so much I couldn’t shut it. Or get the drawers out. The drawers that were full. So I started the defrosting. Then I had the grand plan of stuffing my frozen food in the ice box in my fridge. Which wouldn’t open. So I pulled a lot and…it came off in my hand. Fantastic.
I left the freezer to defrost and sat down to attempt relaxation. And realised the dog next door was barking. And barking. And barking. So I ran out the front door and screamed at it (the neighbours were out) which worked a treat. For about 10 seconds.
The next two hours alternated between mopping up the water on the kitchen floor, attempting work and rushing outside to shout at the dog.
Then I realised I couldn’t fix the freezer box drawer without defrosting that too, so I turned the fridge off and waited. Not a lot happened so I got out the hair dryer and vegetable knife and heated and chiselled. At the point when I slipped and almost impaled my head on the corner of the work top, I decided to give up before I electrocuted myself. So, to bed. At which point a recovery vehicle pulled up just outside the front door and started to drill out the wheels on the A-team style van the neighbours own. Argh.
Anyway, I went to bed. And woke up to discover that there had actually been sufficient ice in the ice box to sink the Titanic (which is fitting as the captain was a distant relation. No comments please). Melted, it turned the kitchen into a lake. About knee deep. Which was nice first thing.
Anyway, it’s the weekend now. And at least I have a terribly tidy freezer (it’s empty as I lost all the food). And the kitchen floor hasn’t been that clean in ages. Other than that it was all just a bit of a Cat arse-imal :o)