Today I’m defrosting the fridge. A job I really hate. The only reason why I’m doing it is because, soon, I won’t be able to close the door. We bought the fridge twenty years ago shortly after we arrived here. It wasn’t long after that the door to the freezer compartment broke off, because the fridge hadn’t been defrosted. Some times I get the urge to defrost the fridge, but that’s usually when I’ve just been shopping and there is too much stuff to take out and store safely in cold bags. This morning the fridge is almost empty, so I’ve got no excuse. To speed things up I stuff hot water bottles in there. I don’t like using a hair dryer with all that potential water around.