Beep beeeep!

I came home from panto rehearsal (I was just watching) and there was a loud beeping coming from the house. I got in and hubby shouted over the noise. He said it had just started and he couldn’t find where it was coming from. We narrowed it down to near the gas boiler. He had already turned off the boiler, also unplugged the fridge freezer below it, unplugged everything in the kitchen and switched off the central heating.

He had also taken the battery out of the smoke alarm and carbon monoxide alarm. He was at a loss of where the noise was coming from.

What to do? Half an hour if searching. We thought there might be a smoke alarm fallen behind the fridge freezer, hubby pulled it away from the wall. Nothing, except dust. So we rang the emergency gas engineer.

He arrived after an hour. The sound was so loud. He checked everywhere. He said it sounded low down from the fridge? He moved it.. The noise stopped!

Modern fridge freezers are fitted with alarms! Who knew? They can go off for all sorts of reasons. Not enough ventilation, unbalanced, damaged door seals, freezers needing defrosting. I think we need a new fridge freezer. It’s too warm in the fridge and too cold in the freezer.

Never rains but it pours!

Fridge Freezer

We’ve had a bad couple of months. I’m expecting the fridge freezer to break soon, it keeps filling up with water in the chiller compartment and the freezer gets too cold. Then the bearings in it make loud rattling and creaking noises….

Other things have happened. The cat going missing and being injured, and me pulling my calf muscle. Family and friends have had problems too. The pandemic has hit their incomes. They are working hard against almost impossible conditions. I don’t know what will happen, I just want things to be better for everyone, not just those closest to me.

I would help many people if I could. Love to you all…

Repair tape

This morning the bottom door shelf of my fridge collapsed when I put the milk carton back in it. When I checked the bump on the door that sticks out had broken off…! I looked at the broken piece. It was about a centimeter by three centimeters and stuck out by about half a centimetre, but it wasn’t solid. It was only about half a millimeter thick and it looks like the whole inside door panel is just vaccuum formed!

Wnhat to do? I tried an epoxy glue but it wasn’t holding it. I put the shelf back in place but you could see the crack where it was pulling away. I’m NOT going to buy a new fridge (shades of my broken door catch). So I went out and bought some transparent repair tape. It’s not pretty, I can’t get the tape very flat, but it’s holding, for now.

He’s looking at me

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Warning, discussing carnivore thoughts.

You know you are truly owned by a car when it sits on the fridge and stares at you. Where is my cat milk? It seems to say. Is it properly chilled? Not too cold, but just enough to cool the cat on a warm afternoon.

Is there roast chicken in the fridge for him. Delicately flavoured with just the right amount of jelly juices.

You know you are owned when the cat looks down at you, then puts his paw out and catches the shoulder of your tee shirt, claw holding firm and stopping you in your tracks.

If cats could speak what would they say? Probably feed me. Hold me, look after me. Sort out my litter tray, human.

What do we get for this care? Kneeding paws that turn to claws, licked boyyoms then they lick your hand, ew! But you can’t fight those eyes. Those staring eyes.

Trifle dipping?

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Oh dear! My blancmange was too warm when I put it on top of the jelly. And I got extra thick cream which I over whipped.  The whole thing is a delicious mess!

Now, trifle dipping, what is that? The act of knicking an extra spoonful of trifle after you’ve had your fair share! I’ve been known to slice a thin sliver off our Christmas trifle late at night. It is my favourite dessert.

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Slugs and snails and puppy dogs tails

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The other reason why I drew a slug.

I had fetched a takeaway meal from our local Chinese restaurant last night but had to go out for an hour before coming home to eat it with my hubby.

An hour turned into two (as it does), so I came home hungry and ready to eat.

I said hello, and my hubby complained he had lost a bottle of beer. He could remember drinking one but could not find the other bottle. But he proudly said he had made a loaf (he likes making bread). We went in the kitchen and he showed me the bread he has made. So where’s the takeaway I asked, looking in the fridge which was empty. Oh I put that outside to cool down, he said!? What?

He went out and bought the bag in, together with the beer bottle which he had taken out too.

Both had slugs on them!

I’m sorry to say it went in the bin. The little trays the food was in were covered with hungry slugs. The beer was empty, not because he had drunk it, but because he had put some in the bread. I was not a happy person.

Next time I’ve told him to use the fridge!