The fridge

I took the brave step to clean out the communal office fridge in the tearoom last night. I tossed out all the items that had grown legs, sprouted hair or otherwise started to speak in foreign tongue. Mummified and petrified items were sent to the museum, and I tossed all 'use by' items that had long exceeded their use by dates (e.g. October 2007). Had a colleague help me chisel out some of the ice that had accumulated in the freezer to stop the tea room from flooding overnight (as a bonus...we found the remains of what might have been a woolly mammoth).

This morning, I mopped up a reddish coloured soup from the bottom of the crisper and retrieved a most unfortunate pear that had transformed itself from a solid into a liquid and had managed to seep through the grills on the fridge shelf onto the next shelf below. I tried not to wretch.