Return from food shopping. Put fridge things away. Start putting freezer things away. Discover a certain… sogginess to its current contents.
Ah. It seems that, in revenge for my not performing defrosting duties voluntarily for the last ahem years, my freezer has decided to impose its own schedule. There goes my plan to wander into town and enjoy the decent weather. Instead I’m on my knees hacking away at Siberian permafrost, hoping to be finished before Christmas.
As further penance, the freezer extracts one small slice of thumb and attempts to detach the nail of my other thumb.
Avaragado predicts a trip to Tesco tomorrow.