Blowing Hot and Cold

From the sublime to the ridiculous: from the pizza fire in Söderberg to the frozen interior of my fridge freezer.

I decide today was the day I should bite the bullet of defrosting the fridge freezer after having ignored the build up of ice for the shockingly long time of almost 2 years. I have never claimed to be a diligent housewife but my punishment was to be confronted with what seemed to be like an ice shelf in the Antarctic, only melting more slowly. It required the combined use of pans of boiling water, a hair dryer, a fan heater and 3 hours to do the job.
I must never let it get so bad again.

My Merry Widows are off without me today on their annual pilgrimage to Northumberland. I did not feel mobile enough to play a part in their activities nor confident enough to enjoy the change of scene. I was so looking forward to being beside the seaside again. I hope they both behave themselves in my absence.