Our new fridge arrived today. The cats were very excited:
"What's going on? Things are happening! I want to see! Why won't you let me through to see? What's that noise?"
We are very pleased.
Note cat up on work-top where he knows full well he's not supposed to be.
To put this into perspective our old fridge was slightly and annoyingly smaller than average. It was in the house when we moved in six years ago and we have no idea how old it was then (Not New anyway). Part of the top shelf in the door fell out last year and I bodged it with duct tape. Naturally. New Fridge is about 5cm wider which doesn't sound much but makes a difference to the volume and, joy of joys, bottles of unhealthy fizzy things fit in the door!
Irn Bru or rather 'Iron Brew', a cheap supermarket version of it).
We are such saddos we've spent all day exclaiming about how great the new fridge is, and why didn't we get a new one ages ago?
In other news, I did a horsetail dye yesterday and here's the result:
I'll end with a picture of My Beloved noticing that his mallet is made by the Thor Hammer Company Ltd. Doesn't it go well with his beard?
Right, I'm off up the Rainbow Bridge to bed. All that excitement has fair worn me out...