..a little rain must fall.
Or so said my Mum when things didn’t go, ahem, according to plan.
I post this to balance the good life. To counter all those thoughts of “oh, it’s all right for her, swanning off here and there” and to ensure that my blog doesn’t become one of those stories of a perfect life seen only through rose coloured spectacles.
The pictures might tell a story of everything running smoothly. Of things under control and ticking over nicely.
Except that as far as our fridge-freezer was concerned, this was not the case. Today’s unlooked for bonus was to clean out an unexpectedly defrosted fridge-freezer and dispose of the contents.
Yuk.
Whilst my hero has gone off to take the smelly contents to our “Civic Amenity Site”, I’ve hopefully managed to get rid of the horrible aftermath: the smell.
What a lovely way to spend a sunny Sunday afternoon. Not.
A call to British Gas, wtih whom we have a service contract for our white goods, resulted in a visit from one of their engineers on Thursday. Unsure about the cause of the fault and undecided whether to request a manufacturers visit (costly) or order several spare parts (also costly) we agreed that since we had already lost the contents of the freezer and hadn't replaced anything yet, we were in no hurry to sort it out. He switched it back on, observed that the temperature was going down as he left and promised ot be back in touch after the weekend.
The fridge and freezer have been working perfectly since he left.
