My fucking fridge has stopped working. Spike is climbing the walls because I'm restricting his exercise until his toenail grows back enough to walk more than twenty yards without making it bleed again. My period started so I'm all grumpy and bloated. The jobcentre are harassing me to fill in an incapacity for work questionnaire and I still haven't paid my water bill.
I think I'll go back to bed.
I really have to sort something out with the fridge, though. The freezer half is still working fine, it's just the fresh stuff is at room temperature. I've asked my mother to check with her friends - there's a chance one of them will have bought a new fridge recently; otherwise I shall have to check out Freeads and that charity shop in Winton that sells reconditioned electrical things cheap.
...urghhh.
I think I'll go back to bed.
I really have to sort something out with the fridge, though. The freezer half is still working fine, it's just the fresh stuff is at room temperature. I've asked my mother to check with her friends - there's a chance one of them will have bought a new fridge recently; otherwise I shall have to check out Freeads and that charity shop in Winton that sells reconditioned electrical things cheap.
...urghhh.