What did you think I meant?
When my Beloved and I decided to make the leap to move in together, we tried to make do with each others meagre positions. That included using, for the last two VERY long years, my Beloved's 'bachelor' fridge.
|My Beloved's bachelor fridge|
But from today, no longer do I have to sit on the floor while I rearrange the fridge for the fourth time that day so I can fit in the marinating chicken - which apparently prefers to remain cold for some silly reason called Salmonella - or to fit in the bubbles - which is essential for any dinner party, would you not agree? - or even just to fit my fruit in the fridge - which for some reason isn't appreciating our thirty degree days with eighty per cent humidity.
So today was an extraordinarily exciting day as I got (okay, we got) delivered a BIG fridge.
|Our new 519 litre Fisher & Paykel fridge|
I can even put my Beloved in it.
|Our new fridge is big enough for my|
Beloved to cool down in