I sat down to add some links to my blog yesterday and grabbed a cold beer from the fridge. Which turned out to be a somewhat warmish beer but what the heck so drank it anyways and resolved not to leave a tip. My pc's just off the kitchen in the room formerly-known-as-dining (which is now just represented by a symbol I can't type here) so as I worked I could hear something clicking off and on every few minutes. When I went to get another warmish beer I discovered something worse - the noise was my broken fridge, vainly trying to start the compressor. Checked the top freezer - yup - definitely not a fridge any more, just a kitchen cupboard with a built in light. Various meats, bags of vegs, several cups of blueberries I'd bought from just east of Kaladar, all thawed. Damn damn damn. And the beer is getting warmer. And it's 3pm Saturday, on a long weekend.
But, I realized I have a chest freezer outside in the garage, and my daughter left her bar-size fridge down in her room when she moved back to her mom's - so all is not lost. Moved the mini-fridge up and chilled the beer.
Dinner was a mixed grill - we cooked up all the thawed meat, ate what we could, refroze the rest. I figure cooking killed any existing bacteria, now I can start on new ones.
And we made a great blueberry pie.
Guess I need to buy a new (or used) fridge now.