Fridgeridoodah!

The fridge was edging towards empty this morning, so I thought I’d give it a good clean before I went shopping and refilled it. As I was performing hand and dishcloth contortions in an attempt to get at the nooks and crannies of the door shelves, you know, where the milk, butter, ketchup, mayonnaise and chilli jam deposit all things gunk and sticky, I thought, ‘This would be sooooo much easier if the door shelves came off and I could dunk them in hot water.’ And then I thought, ‘I wonder if they do?’

So I grasped one by each of its ends and lifted it upwards and, what do you know, the shelf slid off the door very easily! Two and a half years I’ve had that fridge and never once realised the shelves came off the door for easy cleaning. I was thrilled! I was Fridge Enlightened. This, I thought, is what happens when you splash out and buy a posh fridge. You get lift and slide convenience. 

Yesterday, one of the swallows brushed my hair as I went into the laundry i.e it dinged me on the head. I don’t know which one of us was more startled by the contact, but I’ve taken to ducking now when I go through the door. The nest is now nicely cup-shaped, and today Ken and Alice were busy flying in and out with bits of grass and straw, adding a cosy lining to their mud home. Yesterday, I had set about Andy’s hair with the clippers (at his request, I hasten to add) and there was a goodly pile of clippings after I’d finished which I said perhaps ought to be left in the courtyard specifically for nest lining purposes. However, the clippings ended up in New Compost Bin Number 1, looking to all intense and purposes like we’d made a poor attempt to conceal a murdered body. We dug them in. Just in case the Feds came calling...

The Council Highways Department continue with their road laying malarkey up and down the road upon which we live. This is Week 4 of 6, although they started a week later than initially planned. Does this mean they decided they needed only 5 weeks instead of 6, so we are, in fact, Week 4 of 5, or were they being typical Council and merely being a week behind before they even started. Who knows? Anyway, between the hours of 7 a.m and 4.30 p.m, there is peace and quiet, which is wonderful. But this morning, a digger with a winch contraception arrived to ‘backfill’ with gravel the drop on our drive that has been created by their raising the road 4 inches. 

Now, clearly a woman is not in charge of ordering roadwork gravel. Because if there WAS a woman in charge, she would have made sure the gravel infill went at least some way to matching or blending with the gravel already in situ. Instead of something that, as I arrived home from shopping this afternoon, made me think a beach front had arrived in our drive...