Since we have lived in our flat, our freezer has looked like something out of a horror film. Stuart had left some cans of coke that exploded caramel colour crap everywhere. Because the three of us kept buying food, it was difficult to find a time to defrost it so we all sort of ignored the horror. When Jen moved out, I suggested to Stuart that he defrost and clean it. He didn’t take too kindly to the idea.
Weeks went by. I went to Seattle. Came back. Open the freezer and I could hear angels singing in the heavens. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!â€
Not only did he defrost the freezer, he cleaned the refrigerator as well.
I gave him a big kiss. After nearly two years of the black lagoon living with our ice cubes, this wasn’t a small thing.
Today Andrew was at my desk when a wedding card was being passed around for a colleague. “Nicole, what’s the difference between being single and being married?â€
I thought about it. “Well. When you’re single, you can do what you want to do when you want to do it. When you’re married, when you come home, sometimes the freezer has been defrosted and the fridge cleaned.â€
We both laughed.
they kept going out from the drips. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Hair dryer worked a treat came off in chunks.
June 20th, 2007 at 11:23 pm
Does Stuart have a brother?