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hirezIn the last couple of years, we've had to replace both fridge and freezer. The old freezer was some coal-fired thing that had probably started its life keeping Vesta curries and Findus crispy pancakes fresh and hateful, but latterly had been kept busy storing fruit found in hedgerows and Lush products.
(I should note that when a Lush farty-fox or snotgobbler or something suffers a containment failure and leaks over an opened bag of Aunt Bessie's idle-bastard spuds, the resulting taste is really quite unpleasant. Your colon shines up a treat, mind.)
For reasons of recession-related comedy, both comestible-storage devices came from warehouses which went out of business soon after.
On Saturday the fridge light went out. I lumped the switch one, the light came back on, and I thought no more about it.
Later, the light failed to work again. I lumped it some more, the lamp flickered a 'fuck you' and stayed off. Oh well, it'll be a dark fridge that emits surprises.
On Sunday, the inside of the fridge felt rather warmer than I'd expect. Well, bollocks. It's a cheap fridge with no warranty. On the up-side, all of these modern devices are insulated to death and you can't hear the motor going anyway.
(Which is actually an annoying thing. In days of yore, you could tell if your computer was having a hard time because you'd be able to hear the drive going 'wokwokwokwokwok' as the r/w heads seethed hither and yon. These days you have to find the Activity Monitor and try to work out what it's failing to tell you because some bugger's decided that 'iostat -x 5 5' is far too hard to understand. So it is with larger appliances. One used to be able to listen for the two-stroke death rattle of the freezer, realise that it had probably been running for far too long, and go discover that the door had been wedged ajar by a surplus sprout.)
This AM I hauled the apparently dead fridge from its lair under the breadmaker and started wondering how best to tin-snip my way in to get at the wiring for the lamp/temperature control.
The mains plug about fell out in my hand, which was unexpected. I plugged it back in on the off-chance and the little bastard gurgled back into life.
I can only guess that since the lead was hooked out of the way into the top of the head-exchanger, and the thing's been wobbling to and fro on three legs for, oh, about a year, thr 13A plug had quietly worked its way loose over time.
(I should note that when a Lush farty-fox or snotgobbler or something suffers a containment failure and leaks over an opened bag of Aunt Bessie's idle-bastard spuds, the resulting taste is really quite unpleasant. Your colon shines up a treat, mind.)
For reasons of recession-related comedy, both comestible-storage devices came from warehouses which went out of business soon after.
On Saturday the fridge light went out. I lumped the switch one, the light came back on, and I thought no more about it.
Later, the light failed to work again. I lumped it some more, the lamp flickered a 'fuck you' and stayed off. Oh well, it'll be a dark fridge that emits surprises.
On Sunday, the inside of the fridge felt rather warmer than I'd expect. Well, bollocks. It's a cheap fridge with no warranty. On the up-side, all of these modern devices are insulated to death and you can't hear the motor going anyway.
(Which is actually an annoying thing. In days of yore, you could tell if your computer was having a hard time because you'd be able to hear the drive going 'wokwokwokwokwok' as the r/w heads seethed hither and yon. These days you have to find the Activity Monitor and try to work out what it's failing to tell you because some bugger's decided that 'iostat -x 5 5' is far too hard to understand. So it is with larger appliances. One used to be able to listen for the two-stroke death rattle of the freezer, realise that it had probably been running for far too long, and go discover that the door had been wedged ajar by a surplus sprout.)
This AM I hauled the apparently dead fridge from its lair under the breadmaker and started wondering how best to tin-snip my way in to get at the wiring for the lamp/temperature control.
The mains plug about fell out in my hand, which was unexpected. I plugged it back in on the off-chance and the little bastard gurgled back into life.
I can only guess that since the lead was hooked out of the way into the top of the head-exchanger, and the thing's been wobbling to and fro on three legs for, oh, about a year, thr 13A plug had quietly worked its way loose over time.
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Date: 2013-07-01 11:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-01 12:37 pm (UTC)It'll be people from NetApp delivering replacement disks via milkfloat next.
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Date: 2013-07-01 01:32 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-07-09 12:54 pm (UTC)(I am reminded to write the phrase 'municipal realism' so I don't forget it for five or six years like I did last time. Depression, right? It makes you forget things like who you are and what you do.)
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Date: 2013-07-01 12:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-01 11:54 pm (UTC)I don't have my luck with fridges.
In my day they were solid, white monoliths weighing 300 kilos and whirred quietly to themselves in the corner of the kitchen.
On a still night - with the bedroom door open you could hear it floating just above the threshold of hearing and you would know that everything was ok.
Then they started getting all plasticy and light.
We spent a week or so living out of a portable cooler type thing of the type you take camping because our fridge failed to cope with a 48C day and stopped working one day.
Granted, it was about 20 years old, but thats not the point.
Before that, I had what was known as the Requiem For a Dream memorial fridge.
It would work fine, but every now and then it would shudder and shake and make terrible noises as the compressor spun down.
After a while you stopped being terrified and it just became part of the background..
Now we have a fridge that I feel I could lift in one hand - It seems cheating somehow.