
I'm sitting here, merrily typing away, and I hear a truck pull up. I immediately assume it's not for us - why would a truck pull up outside our house? I keep typing away, blissfully ignorant of RL.
I hear wheels scraping. I hear a grunt.
I turn my head slightly to get a good view of the front door.
A fridge appears.
An eyebrow is raised.
A man appears.
'Hello?'
I get up and walk over.
'I have a fridge here...'
No kidding, Sherlock.
'Uh, I have no idea. Mum would...I'll just call her, okay?'
Me runneth off to get phone.
'Oh, yeah. He's early! He's swapping the fridges, so just take everything out of the fridge and freezer and put it on the bench, and then put it in the new one.'
Yes, Mum, I'll just take everything out of the huge and full fridge/freezer and put it on the bench, keeping in mind I have a virus and a possibly fractured arm. Suuure.
I do this, and we swap the fridges.
I put everything back in the fridge. Apparently, this one is bigger.
Methinks not, Mummy dearest.
*sigh* And now my arm hurts more! Gah!